Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 171

She sighed helplessly, her tone softening a bit. “We agreed to put on a show. Did you get emotionally involved?”

Maverick remained silent with his eyes lowered. Within those dark pupils, there was a hint of vulnerability.

He was indeed emotionally involved, deeply immersed, and completely captivated.

In the end, he was left battered and bruised by the harsh reality, his heart aching intensely.

Gwendolyn didn’t have much to say; she knew that staying alert from beginning to end was the only way to avoid losing her rationality.

Acting was just acting; the fake could never become real. She had always been able to distinguish between the two clearly.

He wants me to coax him? Impossible.

Moreover, Gwendolyn couldn’t come up with any comforting words to say.

She turned around to leave decisively. Her tone regained its coldness as she urged, “Hurry up and get to work. I’m going to sleep.”

Just as she took a step forward, Maverick gripped her wrist from behind.

With a weary expression on her face, she said, “Let go. I’m tired.” She just wanted to sleep.

However, Maverick did not budge, his reddened eyes gazing at her with immense grievance.

“Gwendolyn… Can you occasionally show some concern and consider my feelings too? After all, a wounded heart will eventually ache.”

There was a touch of imploration in his deep, quivering voice. His Adam’s apple moved gently, and he held her wrist with force.

Gwendolyn’s back stiffened as she stood still.

Of course, a wounded heart would ache, but these words felt strange coming from Maverick’s mouth.

She retorted, “How ridiculous. It’s natural for someone to choose to let go after feeling totally heartbroken and utterly disappointed. I’ve experienced that pain before, too. If it hurts so much, you should let go sooner. The words I said to Charles today were also for you.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she pried Maverick’s hand off and entered the villa without looking back.

But this time, she didn’t close the door. Maverick watched her figure as she climbed up to the third floor, eventually disappearing around the corner.

Gwendolyn was right. Once upon a time, she too had her sincere feelings hurt by him.

Now, he was merely experiencing the pain she once endured.

He deserved it.

Maverick didn’t waste any more time. He went to the backyard, grabbed a broom, and carefully swept up all the fallen leaves in the garden.

The late autumn night was bitingly cold.

Maverick wore only a thin white shirt, his face pale. Even when he was holding a wooden broom and doing a mundane task, he exuded an air of nobility and dignity.

In the room on the third floor, Gwendolyn did not turn on the lights.

She stood quietly behind the window and watched him with icy eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

After a few minutes, she indifferently withdrew her gaze and went to sleep.

Maverick continued sweeping until two in the morning and finally cleaned the yard thoroughly.

As expected, after being exposed to the cold wind for several hours, wearing only a thin layer of clothing, he caught a cold the next day.

Gwendolyn woke up to the sound of coughing coming from downstairs.

After freshening up and putting on her makeup, she went downstairs and immediately saw a tall figure bustling in and out of the kitchen. On the table was a spread of freshly-made breakfast.

Knowing that it was time for Gwendolyn to wake up, Maverick covered his lips with his fist every time he coughed, trying to keep it as quiet as possible.

Gwendolyn stood in the stairwell for a while and watched his every little move. She pressed her red lips together and, without a word, quietly descended the stairs.

Upon hearing footsteps, Maverick turned around and saw Gwendolyn in a black velvet long-sleeved top and a snowy white tulle skirt. Her thin shoulders appeared quite delicate.