Chapter 189
Wooing My Ex-Wife
Chapter 189 Cook A Meal For You Upon seeing Charles enter with his men, Shirley immediately slumped into the chair.
She had heard from acquaintances at the police station that Charles was planning to leave Fairlake, so why hadnât he left yet? With him around, that day was going to be tough for her.
The Lane familyâs bodyguards quickly lost their confidence when faced with the police officers brandishing stun batons.
Samantha sat on the ground, feeling utterly defeated.
However, as Charles entered, his gaze remained fixed on Gwendolyn.
Maintaining an upright and composed posture, he walked over to sit beside Gwendolyn.
The latter unconsciously furrowed her brows but quickly concealed any underlying emotions.
She then redirected her attention to Shirley and Samantha across from her.
âSamantha, I donât feel like wasting any more time on this.
The police station will handle the crimes you and the Lane family committed.
You will repay every penny of the money you owe me with interest.
If the funds are insufficient, youâll have to sell properties or mortgage Lane Group.
â Shirley and Samantha felt resigned, but under Charlesâ pressure, they remained silent and played dumb.
Gwendolyn gently smoothed her skirt and looked at Charles beside her, her eyes filled with tenderness.
âCharles, Iâm feeling slightly tired, so Iâll leave the rest to you.
By the way, Samantha has a penchant for tearing paper.
How about letting her tear all the papers in the hallway into shreds before taking them back to the police station? What do you think?â Charles raised his gaze, his deep and gentle blue eyes meeting hers.
âAll right, Iâll do as you say, butâ¦â He paused for a moment and gently took hold of Gwendolynâs hand before continuing, âIâve done you such a big favor, yet you stood me up last night.
Itâs time to make up to me, donât you think?â Gwendolyn smiled, her eyes filled with warmth and her voice velvety.
âOf course, to make it up to you, why donât you come to Bay Villa tonight after you finish work? Iâll personally cook you a meal.
How does that sound?â Charles was pleasantly surprised.
On second thought, he remembered that annoying person in her villa.
âBut thereâs someone in your villa who Iâd rather not see.
â âThatâs not a big deal.
â Gwendolyn shrugged indifferently.
âHeâs just my servant.
Weâll have a few drinks together in the evening, and Iâll have him stand by to pour your drinks.
How about that?â Charles looked at her calm expression, his eyes filled with indulgence.
Then, he smiled and replied, âAll right, whatever you say.
â âIâll head back now and wait for you tonight.
â She withdrew her hand from Charlesâ palm and turned to look at Justin.
âStay here and see if Charles needs any further assistance.
No slacking off.
â âYes, Ms. Shalders.
â After giving her instructions, Gwendolyn shifted her gaze away, turned around, and left Bay Villa, leaving the stage to Charles and the police officers.
It wasnât until she got into the car that her expression gradually turned cold.
She opened the wet wipes in her bag and cleaned her hands.
With the Lane family matter resolved and still having some time on her hands, she made a trip to Angle to check on the recent progress of Joaquinâs and Jenniferâs shoots.
She stayed busy until the afternoon, then returned to Bay Villa two hours earlier than expected.
Upon her return, she found Maverick squatting on the ground, cleaning the floor.
With the special drug in his body already wearing off, he found these household chores much easier to handle.
Noticing Gwendolynâs early return, Maverick felt somewhat curious.
âYouâre back so early today.
Itâs only mid-afternoon.
I suppose youâre not ready for dinner yet?â Gwendolyn nodded gently and stood motionless at the door.
Maverick instinctively set aside his task, washed his hands, and walked over to help her fetch the slippers from the shoe cabinet and neatly place them before her.
He then assisted her in removing her coat and hung it on the coat rack.
After completing these tasks, he resumed cleaning the floor.
Instead of heading upstairs, Gwendolyn sat on the sofa and silently observed Maverick as he mopped the floor.
After a few minutes, she finally spoke.
âPut aside what youâre doing and come here.
â âAll right.
â Maverick washed his hands again before walking over to her respectfully.
He then knelt on one knee beside her and slowly crouched down.
Gwendolyn was pleased with his unwavering obedience.
Gripping his chin, she closely observed his facial expressions.
Without the special drug, his complexion had lost the sickly pallor it previously had, and his dark eyes appeared more lively.
Although his features remained remarkably handsome, they now held a sharper edge, making him appear less vulnerable.
Gwendolyn grinned playfully.
âI still prefer your state when under the influence of the special drug.
Now you look more unruly yet not so easily bullied.
How aboutâ¦â She paused, her lips curving mischievously.
âHow about I inject another dose of the special drug and continue tormenting you for a few more days until I grow tired of it before giving you the antidote?â Maverickâs breath hitched, and his dark eyes flickered with surprise.
Is she for real? The injection of 023 special drug was excruciatingly painful, compounded by the fact that his back still bore wounds that would intensify the agony multiple times over.
Such torment could be lethal.
Bitterness tinged his words.
âIf your happiness is built upon my suffering, as long as itâs your command and as long as you can believe that I am sincere now, I will obey unconditionally.
â âReally?â Gwendolyn lifted his chin an inch higher, forcing him to meet her gaze.
Maverick locked his gaze onto her starry eyes and nodded firmly.
Seeing him being earnest, Gwendolyn couldnât help but laugh.
She released her grip on his chin.
âJust teasing you.
Iâm not that twisted and sadistic.
â Maverick lowered his gaze, remaining silent.
After the momentary jest, Gwendolyn adopted a solemn expression and shifted the conversation to business.
âYour subordinates seem formidable, especially Nico.
If they were to fight with trained military elites, what would be their chances of winning?â âIf itâs a direct confrontation, itâs hard to say.
But given their capabilities, especially Nico, engaging in a fight would only prolong the encounter.
The likelihood of losing is not significant.
â Gwendolyn let out a soft hum and lowered her head in contemplation.
âWhy do you suddenly ask about this?â Gwendolyn evaded the question.
âCharles will be coming to the villa for dinner tonight.
â Maverick remained silent, his brows furrowing almost instinctively and his gaze dimming instantly.
Noticing his reaction, Gwendolyn leaned closer to his ear and whispered a few words.
In the evening, Gwendolyn stood at the entrance of Bay Villa at approximately when Charles had previously mentioned he would arrive and waited for him.
Charles arrived in a military vehicle, accompanied by only two of his closest subordinates.
As Charles stepped out of the car and looked up, he couldnât conceal his delight upon seeing Gwendolyn exquisitely dressed and coming out to greet him.
âGwen, you look stunning tonight.
Even though we just met during the day, it feels like itâs been half a month, and Iâve already missed you.
â âOh, now youâre learning to become a smooth talker?â Gwendolyn gave him a playful glare and continued, âItâs been quite a day.
How did things go with the Lane family?â âLane Group has declared bankruptcy and will be auctioned off.
As for the money the Lane family swindled from Wright Construction Group, Iâll make sure they pay it all back.
However, itâs a substantial amount and will take some time.
As for Samantha, she received a life sentence.
I know you probably prefer to see her suffer a fate worse than death.
â Gwendolyn only smiled and remained silent.
Side by side, they walked through the garden.
As they entered the villaâs living room, Charles leaned close to her ear and said intimately, âJasmine wanted to come along tonight, but I didnât bring her because I wanted our time together undisturbedâ¦â
His words abruptly halted.
Charles noticed Maverick standing in the stairwell, the latterâs intense gaze cold and menacing, fixed upon him.
Charlesâ expression turned grim as well.
The eyes of the two men met from a distance.
Instantly, sparks flew, and an air of hostility filled the room.