Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

As Gwendolyn slipped on her slippers, she observed him closely.

She took off her trench coat and handed it to him.

Maverick paused for a second. His long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his handsome face was pale.

He obediently took the trench coat from Gwendolyn and helped her hang it on the coat rack.

He did not take the initiative to speak, completely unlike his usual attentive and diligent self.

Gwendolyn’s expression grew darker and darker.

Maverick did not notice at all and turned his head to glance at the clock on the living room wall.

It was almost noon already.

He eagerly headed to the kitchen to prepare a meal.

Gwendolyn sat on the couch with an imposing posture.

“Come here.” Her tone was cold when she spoke, leaving no room for interruption.

Maverick’s broad back stiffened for a moment, then he turned around, walked to her, and stood still.

She did not look up, her expression somewhat cold. “I remember someone once said they wouldn’t make me look up to them.”

Maverick did not budge, feeling awkward as he noticed her attitude toward him remained icy cold.

Did Treyton really not tell her that I was the one who saved her? Anyway, did Gwendolyn come back today to settle the score of my attending the charity gala with Samantha?

He had thought he could balance his merits and demerits. Suddenly, he felt a suffocating tightness in his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

“Hmm?”

It was an imposing hum, possessing a delicate, gentle tone produced uniquely by women.

Gwendolyn was growing a bit impatient.

Maverick froze for two seconds, then went down on one knee, slowly squatting in front of her feet. His eyes were still downcast, and his eyelashes trembled gently.

Gwendolyn sensed his awkwardness, which made her feel even more confused. She gently lifted his chin with her fingertips, forcing him to look up.

Their eyes met.

lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal but

looked as though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

even asked anything yet, and

to have said you’re not allowed

pursed his thin lips, feeling as if someone was clenching his heart, the pain making it

chin a little higher.

recuperating,” he responded curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his tone conveyed subtle

lightly. “What’s the matter with

“I’m running a fever.”

days without going out, and it had not

fever these

more or less had an

her grip on his chin. “Don’t just squat there. Sit on the couch over

and

already relatively weak. After he squatted for just a short while, his legs began to feel numb, and his head felt a bit

he squatted for much longer, he was afraid he might be unable to

and continued to ask, “What happened

water as his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually,

willing to tell

did not want to dwell on the matter any longer and returned to the main topic.

speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him, “I want to hear

her demeanor, he went on, “At the party, Samantha was just carrying out orders. There was someone behind her, scheming and planning everything meticulously. This person calculated every move accurately. Samantha said she wanted to join forces

cough. He had spoken too much that his throat felt

for himself. Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re

truth from me, I won’t hide it from you.” As for whether she believed

knee. She tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile. “Then, I want to know what happened to Quinton’s injury. Be

slightly parted. “He offended me, so I had

Nico?

sensing he was hiding something

sorted things out and roughly figured it out at

to Treyton in some

could be both the executor

at ease before she settled the

gently straightened her red velvet skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me today.

eyes sparkled like stars as she finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed a

he gazed into the

taken the black trench coat