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.

Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he

as though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

yet, and he’s

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

thin lips, feeling as if someone was clenching his heart, the

her chin a little higher.

was deep and

the matter with your throat? Are you

“I’m running a fever.”

going out, and it had not rained during that time. How could

high fever these past few days given his extremely pale

or less had an

grip on his chin. “Don’t just squat there. Sit on

stood up, and sat directly on the

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

squatted for much longer, he was afraid he

herself a glass of water and continued to ask,

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

matter any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why were you at the charity gala that

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

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

much that his

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

you want to hear the truth from me, I won’t hide it from you.” As for whether

one hand while the other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look

parted. “He offended me, so I had Nico hurt

Nico?

brows, sensing

sorted things out and roughly

to Treyton in some

could be both the executor and planner this

could not feel at ease before she settled

stood up and gently straightened her red velvet skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have

she finished speaking, and her charming

was stunned as he gazed into the faint

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