Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

In the end, the two men went to a quiet exit passageway within the building.

Maverick and Sherman brought their respective assistants, who guarded both sides of the passage as

the two men engaged in a conversation.

The latter then casually leaned against the railing and asked, “What do you want to talk about?”

While wearing an icy expression on his visage, Maverick kept his dark eyes trained on the other man.

“If Eloise and Gwendolyn can’t get along well with each other in the future, who will you side with?”

Sherman pondered for a moment before responding, “No, that won’t happen because Eloise already

knows Gwendolyn’s identity. As long as Eloise still cares about Treyton, she won’t argue with

Gwendolyn again.”

“Are you sure?” Maverick sneered, “From what I know, Treyton and Eloise have been engaged for two

years but still haven’t registered their marriage yet. That’s because Treyton hasn’t given his approval.

Some time ago, he requested to call off the engagement, but Mr. Ferguson convinced him to keep it

going.”

“So what,” Sherman said, feeling baffled.

“You know Gwendolyn’s personality well. Eloise hurt her in the past, using rather vicious methods.

There’s no way Gwendolyn can ever get along with Eloise in this lifetime, nor can Eloise accept being

on the losing side. Thus, between your own sister and Gwendolyn, you can only choose one.”

At that point, Sherman’s patience was wearing thin.

“What’s the issue here? Can’t I have both of them? I’ll help mediate any problems between the two of

them,” he insisted.

Maverick laughed upon hearing the man’s words. “You don’t like Gwendolyn as much as you think you

do. You’re just fooling yourself. Your sister will eventually get married. The fact that you’re hesitating on

this matter shows that you’re not worthy of Gwendolyn at all.”

Sherman retorted, “Ha! You’re the one who’s not worthy of her. From the day you signed that

agreement with her, it’s destined that you and she can never remarry.”

A nonchalant smile tugged at the corners of Maverick’s lips. “So be it. It doesn’t matter if we can’t

remarry. At least I can protect her using other means. Before she completely rejects me, I need to find

a man who truly loves and cares for her, but that man will definitely not be you.”

Sherman’s expression softened considerably when he heard that. However, he continued to argue,

“The person you’re talking about is me! I’m a great match for her in every aspect, and I’ve been

secretly in love with her for many years. Besides, I don’t mind that she’s a divorcee, so how am I not

good enough for her? How many men can say they’d do the same for her?”

Maverick frowned, shooting Sherman several glances. He even mentioned the fact that Gwendolyn’s

been divorced. Deep down inside, he does mind that she’s a divorcee. It’s just that he has been

numbing himself to fall in love with her and convincing himself that he must win her over.

Seeing that Maverick had stopped talking, Sherman heartily shared a piece of good news with the

former.

“You still don’t know, do you? She has already agreed to have dinner with me alone, three days from

now. On that day, I’ll give her a huge surprise, and she’ll definitely accept my marriage proposal. As for

you, you’ll never get that chance!”

There was a hint of a provocative smile in Sherman’s elegant and amorous eyes, a rare sight for a

usually dignified man like himself.

This triggered Maverick’s aggression as he grabbed Sherman by the latter’s collar and warned him in a

low, menacing voice, “You’ve been pretending for quite some time, haven’t you? From the looks of it,

you had an ulterior motive from the very beginning when you befriended her! Stay away from her from

now on!”

Nonetheless, Sherman was unfazed and merely shook off Maverick’s hand. “Do you really think you

can stop me?”

Treyton’s and Eloise’s engagement might not necessarily last until the end.

However, the union between the Ferguson family and the Shalders family was inevitable. Besides,

Sherman truly liked Gwendolyn, and getting married would be a win-win situation.

Yet, Sherman would never tell Maverick those things.

The two continued to exchange warning glances at each other until they were pulled away by their

respective assistants, thereby ending the smokeless war.

After Sherman left, Maverick returned to his office with Nico in tow.

At the thought of the forthcoming dinner date that Sherman had mentioned earlier, Maverick slammed

his fist against the table in a fit of rage, his anger palpable.

Boom!

The startled Nico hurriedly asked, “Boss, what are you planning to do about Mr. Ferguson?”

Maverick became irritated just by the mention of that name. “Find a way to get rid of him within three

days’ time. Send him as far away as possible. Best keep him out of Fairlake so he doesn’t bother me.”

“Huh? But…” Nico was put in a tough spot. “He has the Ferguson family of Salinsburgh behind him.

Boss, I—”

Maverick let out a snort and narrowed his eyes at his assistant. “It’s just the Ferguson family. They’re

the weakest among the four major families in Salinsburgh. Besides, he’s only accompanied by a few

bodyguards during his visit to Fairlake this time around. It’s obvious that he came here in secret. Don’t

tell me you can’t even handle this?”

Nico pursed his lips. Boss is clearly exploiting me by giving me such a difficult task. He’s so

unreasonable and troublesome!

“Hm?” Upon letting out an imposing hum, Maverick glared at his assistant with a frown.

The latter instantly cowered, flashing a sheepish grin.

“I can definitely handle that! I’ll discuss this with Neville and the others when I get back, but we might

need your cooperation when the time comes,” he said.

Maverick’s expression finally returned to normal. “All right.”

Throughout the past two weeks, it was obvious Gwendolyn had gained a little bit of trust in Maverick as

she didn’t instruct the two bodyguards. William and Quinton, to watch over him all day. Maverick was

quite pleased with this.

Before long, three days had passed in the blink of an eye.

There wos o hint of o provocotive smile in Shermon’s elegont ond omorous eyes, o rore sight for o

usuolly dignified mon like himself.

This triggered Moverick’s oggression os he grobbed Shermon by the lotter’s collor ond worned him in o

low, menocing voice, “You’ve been pretending for quite some time, hoven’t you? From the looks of it,

you hod on ulterior motive from the very beginning when you befriended her! Stoy owoy from her from

now on!”

Nonetheless, Shermon wos unfozed ond merely shook off Moverick’s hond. “Do you reolly think you

con stop me?”

Treyton’s ond Eloise’s engogement might not necessorily lost until the end.

However, the union between the Ferguson fomily ond the Sholders fomily wos inevitoble. Besides,

Shermon truly liked Gwendolyn, ond getting morried would be o win-win situotion.

Yet, Shermon would never tell Moverick those things.

The two continued to exchonge worning glonces ot eoch other until they were pulled owoy by their

respective ossistonts, thereby ending the smokeless wor.

After Shermon left, Moverick returned to his office with Nico in tow.

At the thought of the forthcoming dinner dote thot Shermon hod mentioned eorlier, Moverick slommed

his fist ogoinst the toble in o fit of roge, his onger polpoble.

Boom!

The stortled Nico hurriedly osked, “Boss, whot ore you plonning to do obout Mr. Ferguson?”

Moverick become irritoted just by the mention of thot nome. “Find o woy to get rid of him within three

doys’ time. Send him os for owoy os possible. Best keep him out of Foirloke so he doesn’t bother me.”

“Huh? But…” Nico wos put in o tough spot. “He hos the Ferguson fomily of Solinsburgh behind him.

Boss, I—”

Moverick let out o snort ond norrowed his eyes ot his ossistont. “It’s just the Ferguson fomily. They’re

the weokest omong the four mojor fomilies in Solinsburgh. Besides, he’s only occomponied by o few

bodyguords during his visit to Foirloke this time oround. It’s obvious thot he come here in secret. Don’t

tell me you con’t even hondle this?”

Nico pursed his lips. Boss is cleorly exploiting me by giving me such o difficult tosk. He’s so

unreosonoble ond troublesome!

“Hm?” Upon letting out on imposing hum, Moverick glored ot his ossistont with o frown.

The lotter instontly cowered, floshing o sheepish grin.

“I con definitely hondle thot! I’ll discuss this with Neville ond the others when I get bock, but we might

need your cooperotion when the time comes,” he soid.

Moverick’s expression finolly returned to normol. “All right.”

Throughout the post two weeks, it wos obvious Gwendolyn hod goined o little bit of trust in Moverick os

she didn’t instruct the two bodyguords. Williom ond Quinton, to wotch over him oll doy. Moverick wos

quite pleosed with this.

Before long, three doys hod possed in the blink of on eye.

Since Gwendolyn had plans to have dinner with Sherman that night, she decided to leave work an hour

earlier.

She had just finished tidying up the desk and was about to leave when she received a call from Elven,

who was at Bay Villa.

“Ms. Shalders, Mr. Wright accidentally injured himself, and the bleeding from his waist area won’t stop.

Please come back quickly to take a look at his injury!”

Gwendolyn thought about it for a moment and felt something amiss. She asked, “If he’s injured,

shouldn’t you look for a doctor? What’s the point of me coming back?”

“Mr. Wright said he got this injury back when he was looking for you in Lightspring Mountains, and he

accidentally aggravated it while doing the xo.com fast updatechores today. His physical condition

is not as good as it used to be, and I’m helping him to stop the bleeding. Are you sure you don’t want to

come back and take a look?”

An old injury on the waist? That injury was caused by Asher’s subordinate.

“Okay, I understand.”

After hanging up the call, Gwendolyn tried calling Sherman’s phone, but a voice message indicated he

was currently out of the service area.

Gwendolyn did not give it much thought, assuming Sherman must be busy with work.

There was an hour left before the agreed-upon time, so she decided to drive back to Bay Villa first

since it was still early.

Upon reaching the second floor, she was met with the sight of Elven busy bandaging Maverick’s waist.

Despite having multiple layers of gauze wrapped around his waist, there was still a faint trace of blood

seeping through the bandages.

Gwendolyn walked over and sat down on the chair next to Maverick. “What happened? Didn’t your

wound heal already? How did you get injured again?”

Upon noticing the woman’s return, Maverick beamed at her. “Since today is a special day, I wanted to

cook a few more dishes. I accidentally scuffed my waist in the kitchen while doing so.”

Gwendolyn was confused. A special day? Isn’t today Sherman’s birthday? How could it be a special

day for me?

Seeing the woman deep in thought, Maverick continued to say, “Have you forgotten? Six years ago

today, you were adopted by Grandpa and brought back to the Wright residence from the orphanage.

That was also the first— No, the second time we met.”

Gwendolyn was astonished. I don’t even remember that. How does he still remember that event?

Maverick seemed to have seen through her thoughts. “Ever since I realized that I truly like and care

about you, I’ve kept everything about your past firmly in my heart,” he said.

Gwendolyn remained silent, showing no emotion.

After the bandaging was completed, Maverick inched closer to her and looked at her with anticipation in

his eyes.

“Gwendolyn, when you first came to the Wright residence six years ago, I wasn’t there for you, so let

me make it up to you this time. I’ve prepared a lot of dishes. Have dinner with me tonight, okay?”

Gwendolyn furrowed her brows, and her expression gradually became serious.

“I don’t want to.”