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 he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

even asked anything yet,

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

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

higher. “What’s the

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

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

“I’m running a fever.”

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

must have had a pretty high fever these past few days given

or less

on his chin. “Don’t just squat

up, and sat directly on the

short while, his legs began to feel numb, and

was afraid he might be

gracefully poured herself a glass of water and continued to ask, “What happened to

unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days, so I’m not

to

the matter any longer and returned to the main

to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding

demeanor, he went on, “At the party, Samantha was just carrying out orders. There was someone behind her, scheming and planning everything meticulously.

a cough. He had spoken too much that his

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

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

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

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

Nico?

her brows, sensing

had sorted things out and roughly figured it out

related to Treyton in some

Samantha could be both the

at ease before she settled the

it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for

she finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed

as he gazed into the faint glimmer in

Gwendolyn had already taken the