Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 163

Maverick clutched his chest tightly, feeling uncomfortable because of the tightness in his chest.

Nico’s words really hurt his heart!

“You’ve been getting more and more unruly lately, acting on your own without my orders, and it sounds like you have a favorable opinion of Charles?”

His whole body exuded a strong hostile aura as he coldly pushed Nico away and weakly pulled himself forward.

Nico’s face turned pale with fear, and he remorsefully slapped his own mouth twice for not being able to express himself well.

It was all because he had never been in a relationship before and didn’t know how to comfort people. He hurriedly trotted forward, continuing to hold Maverick steady while explaining himself, “Boss, it’s a misunderstanding! I came here with William because I was worried about you. Besides, Mr. Newton— No! I mean Charles! How could I possibly think highly of him? Of course, I have higher hopes for you, Boss.”

He leaned in close to Maverick’s ear and whispered, “Although Ms. Shalders was always picking on you, as the saying goes, ‘sometimes harsh words or deeds can demonstrate one’s love.’ After all, she treats you differently than the others. Who knows, maybe one day you’ll win her over?”

At last, he finally said something pleasant to the ear.

Maverick felt much more at ease.

Nico chuckled obsequiously, then caught a glimpse of the deep red pinch mark on Maverick’s left cheek and winced slightly. “However, Ms. Shalders… she really didn’t hold back with her pinch.”

Maverick rubbed his face subconsciously, still feeling a lingering pain.

Again, he thought about Gwendolyn and Charles having a meal together and couldn’t help but wonder what they would talk about. He remained displeased about this matter, and his expression quickly turned somber.

“Send two people to follow them and find out what they’re talking about.”

Nico’s face wore a horrified look, and he was on the verge of tears. “Boss, please spare me! No matter what, Charles is still the director of the Central Intelligence Agency. His subordinates around him have top-notch techniques in preventing eavesdropping and stalking.”

Maverick showed no expression.

At that, Nico pouted his lips and continued to persuade Maverick, “If we get caught, Ms. Shalders will find out, and it won’t be easy for us to explain. Aren’t you afraid she’ll misunderstand you again? Wouldn’t it be better for us to return to the villa and wait for her quietly?”

He let out a quiet sigh.

My boss is too stubborn. He acts like a complete fool, especially when it comes to his love life. What should I do?

After pondering for a moment, Maverick eventually compromised and asked, “Among the boys, is there anyone with a rich relationship experience?”

Nico contemplated earnestly for a while.

“It seems that only Swain has been in a relationship before. However, he’s not in Fairlake; he’s in Salinsburgh.”

“Swain?” Maverick was stunned for a moment, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. “He’s the youngest, but he’s the first to be in a relationship?”

Nico grinned sheepishly.

“Boss, you don’t understand. Despite his young age, he has high emotional intelligence and plenty of mischief in his head. From what I’ve heard, his girl is completely smitten with him.”

Maverick fell silent for a moment, his deep black orbs narrowing slightly. “Once he’s done with his tasks over there, ask him to meet me in Fairlake privately.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Charles had arranged for a well-furnished French restaurant, where he displayed his gentlemanly manners by pulling out the chair for Gwendolyn and assisting her in ordering the dishes.

Gwendolyn’s expression remained indifferent as she elegantly sipped her water.

The man fixed his stare intently on her, his dark blue eyes sparkling with specks of light. “I remember that you prefer a quiet dining environment, and I remember your taste preferences too. If there’s anything I haven’t taken into account, just let me know.”

Gwendolyn nodded. “You are quite thoughtful.”

He softened his voice and continued, “Gwen, ever since my family arranged for me to join the Central Intelligence Agency, seven years passed by in a flash, and we haven’t met since then. This time, I happened to be in Fairlake, and Treyton told me you were at the police station. I rushed over immediately and, sure enough, I found you. It’s great to see you again. I… I’ve missed you so much.”

Gwendolyn looked up and locked eyes with him, evoking a long-forgotten memory within her.

She smiled. “Indeed, it’s been seven years. You’ve even reached the position of the Central Intelligence Agency’s director and are still standing strong. Congratulations, Mr. Newton.”

Charles turned pale.

Instead of “Charles,” she referred to him as “Mr. Newton” again.

“Gwen, have we grown distant?”