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.

a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal

looked as though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

asked anything yet, and he’s already

of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re

his

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

His voice was deep and

chuckled lightly. “What’s the matter with your throat? Are you

“I’m running a fever.”

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

pretty high fever these past few days

less

“Don’t just

and sat directly on the small couch

while, his legs began to feel numb, and

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

poured herself a glass of water and continued to ask, “What happened to Quinton’s injuries? Who did

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

to

returned to

his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared

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

cough. He had spoken too much that his

him a cup, gesturing for him to pour water for himself. Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining forces, but aren’t you afraid I’ll become

you.” As for whether she believed him or not, that was not something he could

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

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

Nico?

her brows, sensing he was hiding something

out and roughly figured it out at this

likely related to Treyton in

be both the

at ease

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

her charming little face displayed a mix of cold arrogance and

he gazed into the faint glimmer in her

had already taken the black trench coat from the coat rack, ready