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.

tinged with a hint of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a

looked as though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

haven’t even asked anything yet, and he’s already

of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to

his thin lips, feeling as if someone was clenching his heart, the pain making it difficult for him to catch his

her chin a little higher. “What’s the matter?

responded curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his

matter with your

“I’m running a fever.”

villa for two days without going out, and it had not rained

these past few days given his

more or less

chin. “Don’t just squat there. Sit

up, and sat directly on the

just a short while, his legs began

for much longer, he was

a glass of water and continued

watched her drink water as his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days, so I’m not sure.

to tell

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

when Gwendolyn stared

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

cough. He had spoken too much that his throat felt as though it was

eyes were filled with amusement as she stared

you.” As for whether she believed him or not, that

curved her lips, resting her cheek on one hand while the other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look

pondered momentarily, and his thin lips slightly parted. “He offended me, so

Nico?

brows, sensing he was hiding

and roughly figured it out at

was likely related to Treyton

be both the executor and planner this

could not feel at ease before she settled the

velvet skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me today. I’m going to collect a

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

stunned as he gazed into the faint glimmer in

he came to his senses, Gwendolyn had already taken the black trench coat from the