Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

If it truly wasn’t him, then this matter wasn’t as simple as it seemed.

Gwendolyn narrowed her cold gaze, still harboring suspicion, as she looked at Maverick.

She pinched his cheeks with all her might.

His cheeks bulged like he had two buns in his mouth. His handsome eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his bright eyes resembled the eyes of a distressed pet.

“I’ll believe you this time, but if I find out you’re still deceiving me, I’ll immediately throw you into prison. Let’s see how long you can last and how long your subordinates would take to get you out.”

She finished speaking and angrily retracted her hands.

Maverick slumped down on the floor, feeling completely drained.

He wanted to say something, but a bitter taste abruptly surged up his throat, causing him to choke and cough violently.

It felt as if his lungs were about to be coughed out.

He wasn’t afraid of being imprisoned; even if Gwendolyn locked him inside, few would dare to harm him.

However, he didn’t want Gwendolyn to continue misunderstanding him.

Cough! “I-I will go to hell if I lie.”

Gwendolyn turned her head and glanced down at him once again.

His face had turned pale from coughing, and he still ran a fever. The expression of pain on his face was evident when he frowned.

Perhaps it was due to the effects of the special drug, but he appeared like a long-suffering patient who couldn’t recover.

Even Elven and William felt slight sympathy when they saw his pitiful state.

Gwendolyn, however, remained expressionless. Her gaze was on him, and no one knew what was on her mind.

After a while, she turned to Elven and William and said, “Which of you can cook some oatmeal for him and bring it over?”

Elven and William exchanged glances, clearly perplexed.

“Ms. Shalders, you might as well ask me to start a fight. Cook oatmeal? I have no idea how…” Elven voiced his hesitation.

William chimed in, “I don’t know how either. Really!”

Gwendolyn was speechless.

Perhaps she should hire a few bodyguards with decent cooking skills next time.

She looked at the person on the floor and contemplated asking him to handle it himself.

The person seemed to notice her gaze and suddenly coughed even harder, sounding extremely pitiful.

Gwendolyn pursed her lips.

“Fine, help him back to bed, and I’ll take care of it myself.”

“All right!”

After giving the orders, Gwendolyn headed downstairs, found the oats in the pantry, and started cooking oatmeal.

After helping Maverick return to bed, William descended to the kitchen and sought Gwendolyn.

“Ms. Shalders, do you believe Mr. Wright’s words?”

only trust conclusive evidence. If it

sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if it aligns with his

“Yes,” replied William.

he hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do

hand, stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me more,” she

he would have done it long ago. Then he could have taken Natasha and disappeared to

Gwendolyn remained silent.

misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted

there were indeed many inconsistencies in

it wasn’t Maverick, then who could it

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the Harris family

was that person, when did that person discover she was still alive and in

go through the trouble of freeing Natasha

was that person’s

thoughts, a

Shalders! The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

Ms.

waft of a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she turned off the

the bottom of the pot had charred, the rest of

her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a

the staircase, her attention was

she paused and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his

become quite delicate, and the impact of last night’s kneeling had left his knees

knitted together in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the

countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord

proud and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed

she feel

consideration, it seemed that he had paid

her thoughts back to the present, pushed the

moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe in Mr.

poused briefly. “Tell me

tosk for him, ond if he truly wonted to do so, he would hove done it long ogo. Then he could hove token Notosho ond disoppeored to o smoll

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without delving deeper

reflection now, she reolized there were indeed mony

then who could

thought

be the person from the Horris fomily who hod hormed

person, when did thot person discover she wos still olive ond in

through the trouble of freeing Notosho

thot person’s next

in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s

nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened. Hostily, she turned off the

hod chorred, the rest of the

corry out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the cooked ootmeol into

up the stoircose, her ottention wos drown to

whether to push the door open, she poused ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg

the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower legs covered in

concern. Despite them kneeling for oround the