Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 127

Gwendolyn clenched her hands tightly as she listened to the low growls coming from inside.

However, her face was still cold and emotionless when she looked at Elven. “Do you think I’ve gone too far?”

Elven knelt down on the spot. “That’s not what I meant. You were drugged last night. It’s only fair to make up for the suffering you endured, but I know that you don’t really want to kill Mr. Wright.”

Gwendolyn felt much better after she heard that.

She looked at Quinton after contemplating for a while. “Go to the Wright residence and bring Frida over here. Be quick.”

“Yes, Ms. Shalders.” Quinton set off immediately.

The rest of them stood at the basement door, listening as the growling and struggling sounds grew more intense as though Maverick was on the brink of despair.

Even the tall and burly bodyguards found it difficult to continue listening and felt as though they were also being subjected to a cruel form of torture.

Ten minutes later, Gwendolyn finally spoke up. “Open the door. Get a bucket of ice water and bring it over. It’ll help him cool down.”

The bodyguards obeyed Gwendolyn’s orders after a brief moment of shock and went to get some ice cubes to mix with a bucket of water.

Creak.

The basement door opened, allowing a sliver of light to seep in. That beam of light stretched Maverick’s shadow long and thin in the center.

Maverick lay curled up on the floor, just like a baby in its mother’s womb.

The floor beneath him was soaked with sweat, and his hair was also damp from perspiration as it hung limply over his forehead. He looked like a helpless and pitiful puppy that had been injured.

Maverick had struggled through this hour to the point of exhaustion, yet his body still trembled violently, and his face was horrifyingly red.

He struggled to open his eyes as he felt the blinding light on his eyelids.

Maverick saw a slender and familiar figure although his vision was blurry.

He reached out with trembling hands without hesitation and looked at that figure longingly. His voice was hoarse as he said, “Gwendolyn… I-I feel… terrible…”

He couldn’t help but feel heartbroken after seeing how uncomfortable the drug made her feel last night.

Would she feel a little bit better knowing that I’ve suffered through the effects of the drug as well? Can this lessen some of the disgust she feels toward me in her heart?

Even though his hands trembled violently, he stubbornly tried to reach out and touch the figure before him. It seemed so close that he could touch it as soon as he reached out, yet it felt so distant as if there was an insurmountable barrier forever separating the two of them.

Maverick couldn’t see Gwendolyn’s expression because of the backlight, but he could feel the coldness emanating from her.

The intense coldness made his heartthrob painfully, which was a hundred times worse than when the drug took effect.

Gwendolyn did not budge as she watched him quietly from a distance.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she noticed that Maverick’s gaze hadn’t left her since he opened his eyes, but she remained silent.

Maverick was still waiting, hoping that she would at least utter a single sentence that contained a hint of sympathy.

However, what came next was Ryan pouring ice-cold water over his head.