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.

of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal but could

as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

asked anything yet,

seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go out. Have you not

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

chin a little higher. “What’s the

responded curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse,

“What’s the matter with your throat?

“I’m running a fever.”

two days without going out, and it had not rained during that time.

these past few days given

more or less had an

chin. “Don’t just

offer, stood up, and sat directly on the small

already relatively weak. After he squatted for just a short while, his legs began to feel

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

of water and continued to ask, “What happened to Quinton’s injuries? Who

apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my

one was willing to tell her

longer and returned to the main topic. “Why were you at

stared at him intently, reminding

to meet Natasha.” He gulped and stole a glance at Gwendolyn’s expression. Seeing no change in 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

spoken too much that his throat felt as though it was

she stared at him.

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

propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile. “Then,

his thin lips slightly parted. “He offended me, so I had Nico

Nico?

sensing he was

sorted things out and roughly figured it

to Treyton

aside, Samantha could be both the executor and planner

ease

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

as she finished speaking, and her charming little face

was stunned as he gazed into the faint glimmer in her

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