Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 141

A sharp Maverick noticed that Elven was sighing. “Elven, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Elven hesitated a little before saying, “Mr. Wright, please go in by yourself. I won’t go in.”

“All right.”

Without further delay, Maverick went upstairs.

When he opened the door, a strong gust of chilly air rushed toward him from inside the room, piercingly colder than the rain outside.

Maverick instinctively held his breath. He looked up and was met with a pair of cold and unwelcoming eyes.

“Gwendolyn, it’s already eight o’clock in the evening. Aren’t you hungry? Have you been too stressed at work lately? Are you having any troubles?”NôvelDrama.Org content.

His voice had a gentle and comforting tone, sounding rather genuine.

Gwendolyn forced herself to smile as she gestured for him to go over. “Come here. Come closer to me.”

Maverick walked over and stood right in front of her.

Before he could bend down, Gwendolyn grabbed his white shirt and lifted it, exposing the layers of bandages wrapped around his waist.

Maverick was alarmed. “Gwendolyn…”

Gwendolyn ignored him and forcefully tugged at the bandage, ripping it apart.

Other than the long scar on his waist, there were no fresh wounds.

She mocked, “You got injured yesterday, and your wound has already healed today. I didn’t know that you have a natural self-healing ability.”

Her words were full of sarcasm.

Maverick’s heart leaped in his chest.

What kind of lousy idea did that rascal Nico come up with? I already said that I wouldn’t be able to hide this from her for too long…

Gwendolyn once said that she hated most when people lied to her. This time, he had deliberately set out to deceive her and was caught red-handed.

Immediately, he dropped to his knees, kneeling beside Gwendolyn’s feet. Sounding ingratiating and pitiful, he said, “Gwendolyn, it’s my fault. I didn’t mean to lie to you…”

Gwendolyn knew he was putting on an act whenever he spoke in such a tone. However, she never bothered to call him out.

Now when she saw him behaving in this manner, she only felt disgusted. Her fury surged, threatening to engulf her ability to think rationally.

She soon calmed down and asked frostily, “Did you use your waist injury to lie to me so you could get that person out of here?”

Maverick was perplexed.

As expected, she has found out about me sending Sherman away.

“You already know everything…”

Since he had been exposed, Maverick did not want to deny it any further. “I’m sorry, I just think that person is not good enough for you.”

Maverick told her the truth without hesitation.

He admitted that he had been deceiving her all this while.

“What do you mean the person is not good enough for me?” Gwendolyn clenched her fists, suppressing the anger. She sneered, “Maverick, you’re really funny. Are you trying to say that the person is not deserving of my punishment? Do you want to send that person away? Are you going to hide that person from my sight forever?”

Maverick couldn’t help but feel that there was something strange about what she had just said.

However, he could not pinpoint what was strange about it as she was not wrong. Indeed, he wanted to send Sherman far away from her.

Holding back her anger, Gwendolyn glared at him. “Where is that person now?

Maverick kept quiet.

Nico had sent Sherman to the boat. Maverick did not know which country the boat was heading to.

He shook his head at that.

Maverick knew he was telling the truth, but Gwendolyn thought otherwise.

She felt that his silence was an indication of his guilt.

Mustering her last bit of patience, Gwendolyn looked down at the man kneeling at her feet. “Maverick, you know me very well. I don’t care what secrets you’re hiding from me. I also don’t care what kind of

power and influence you have outside. As long as you stay in this villa, you are my servant. You should obey my instructions. Even a disobedient pet will be punished, let alone you. What do you think?”

Lifting her chin, she gave him an icy glare as if she was looking at a disobedient pet.

“Let me ask you one more time. Where is that person?”

Maverick looked up and met her gaze.

Seeing her frosty gaze, he suddenly felt extremely annoyed.

Is she saying that she’s going to punish me because of Sherman?

Does that mean Gwendolyn likes Sherman?

A sharp pain gripped Maverick’s heart.

“I don’t know.” His eyes blazed red with anger as he looked at her. “Do you like the person so much that you want to punish me? All I did was send that person away. I never cause anyone any harm.”

Hearing that, Gwendolyn burst into laughter.

She had never met such a shameless person in her entire life. She reckoned the man was still feigning stupidity at that moment.

“Maverick, you’re the one who likes that person. How could you bear to hurt that person and yet put up this act in front of me all this while? Aren’t you disgusted with yourself?”

Huh?

Maverick was baffled by what Gwendolyn was saying.

How could he possibly like Sherman? He would be out of his mind to take a fancy on Sherman.

“I only like women. The woman I like is standing right in front of me. I like you. Can’t you see that all this while, I’m doing everything for you willingly and wholeheartedly?”

Even though he was kneeling and looking up at Gwendolyn, he still exhibited a strong and determined presence when he said those words. He had no intention of backing down.

Gwendolyn was impressed that he was still able to spout so much nonsense.

She did not want to listen to Maverick anymore. Hence, she stood up and walked over to the window.

It was still raining outside. The raindrops splattered rhythmically onto the roof and stone slab. The sound reverberated through the air.

It was equally noisy in the room as the man continued to chatter incessantly.

Unable to contain her anger any longer, Gwendolyn narrowed her eyes. “It’s a beautiful, rainy night. Since you refuse to tell the truth, kneel in the garden and enjoy the rain. You can get up when you’re ready to speak the truth.”

“What?”

Maverick’s breath stopped. The bodyguards will see me kneeling in the garden.

Is Gwendolyn bent on shattering my pride because of Sherman?

Gwendolyn stared blankly at the window, which was adorned with glistening trails of the rain. “Do you remember the incident when Frida wrongly accused me of stealing her jewelry? Although Sheralyn technically repaid that debt, her kneeling lasted for less than half an hour, which was far from enough. So, now you should go outside and kneel to make up for the difference in duration.”

Maverick had always felt guilty about that incident.

“Okay.”

He used his hands to support his weight as he rose from his kneeling position and stood up. “I’m kneeling because I owe you for that incident. The Wright family owed you that. I’m doing this to repay you, not because I’ve done anything wrong. If I have to do it again, I will still send that person away.”

His words pushed Gwendolyn’s anger to its limits.

She yelled furiously, “Get out. Go outside and kneel!”

Maverick straightened his back and walked out resolutely.

Gwendolyn stood by the window and looked out.

Maverick walked to the spot in front of her window in the garden. Without hesitation, he knelt on the bluestone slab. He was wearing a suit, looking neither haughty nor humble.

His whole body was soaked by the torrential rain intermingled with the cold gusts of wind. Each drop that struck his shoulders and head carried a force akin to the merciless lash of a whip, inflicting a raw, penetrating ache.

Maverick struggled to lift his head as he gazed at the window on the third floor. His long, curly eyelashes were coated with droplets of rain, somewhat blurring his vision.

Gwendolyn’s window was brightly lit. She was standing by the window.

As Gwendolyn was standing against the light, he could not see her face. However, he could sense her looking down on him. Her gaze was so frosty that it felt even colder than the rain in winter.

He had already accepted her punishment. Would they be able to turn the page and forget about this matter thereafter?

Would they be able to return to those days before the previous night when they lived in harmony?

Maverick felt bored and restless while kneeling, and his thoughts started to run wild.

He felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his knees. It was not long before his legs became numb. Maverick slouched his shoulders, and his waist became less rigid from the prolonged kneeling.

The bluestone slab was uneven. It was as if a thousand tiny barbs were pricking at the kneecaps, sending waves of sharp, needle-like sensations radiating through his legs.

He suddenly recalled that Gwendolyn had knelt in the same way at the Wright residence back then.

Did she also feel helpless and wronged during that time?