Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick)
Chapter 438

For as long as Inez knew Kieran, he always appeared dignified, cold, and prideful whenever she saw him.

She was startled when she saw him wet for the first time. He looked as though he had just finished bathing. "Why are you..."

Kieran's pale lips curved upward slightly.

His smile resembled the melting of the winter snow and the warm sun after a storm.

Inez's heart skipped a beat as her eyes slowly reddened. Did he just... smile at me? That was what I'd wanted for so long. It's a shame I don't care about it now.

She lowered her head and stifled the bitterness swelling in her heart.

Kieran's smile gradually faded as his usual icy look settled in his eyes.

Seeing that the atmosphere was turning a little awkward, Madelyn explained with a grin, "Mr. Kieran had a small accident on his way to Fairlake for a business trip. He lost his phone and wallet. Also, he didn't find shelter last night, which is why he's drenched. He's hoping to stay at the Mossey residence for a few days."

"I see," replied Inez coldly. I didn't expect him to experience so many troubles yesterday. It must've been tough. However, he didn't come here because of me. He deserves it.

Slightly stunned, she lifted her head. "I don't have a say in whether Mr. Kieran can stay at our home. It's your and Dad's decision. Why are you telling me this?"

She put down her fork and returned to her room upstairs.

"Inez has always been like that. Please don't take offense at her behavior." Jerome spoke to resolve the awkward situation. "I bet you didn't rest last night. Feel free to wind down in the guest room and take a warm shower. I'll ask someone to buy a few sets of clothes for you based on your measurements. It'll be sent to you later."

Kieran lowered his head and stared at his drenched body. I should take a shower. "Thank you."

Madelyn and Jerome grinned and asked a housekeeper to lead Kieran to the guest room.

Soon, the sound of flowing water could be heard from the small bathroom in the guest room.

Madelyn and Jerome exchanged a glance before doing their own things.

Ten minutes later, Madelyn knocked on Inez's room door, holding a few sets of clothes she had picked for Kieran in her hand.

Inez was putting on makeup because she would head out for lunch later. "Come in."

Upon entering the room, Madelyn placed the clothes on her daughter's dressing table. "Mr. Kieran's bathing right now. You can apply your makeup later. Deliver him these clothes first."

Puzzled, Inez glanced at her mother. "There are many housekeepers in the building. Why should I be the one to do it? Are you doing this intentionally, Mom?"

"Uh..." Instead of explaining anything, Madelyn pushed the clothes toward her daughter. "Just listen to me and go. Mr. Kieran should be done bathing by now."

Inez widened her eyes in shock. "You want me to deliver his clothes to the bathroom? What if I accidentally see him naked?"

Madelyn chortled. "In that case, you can just cancel your engagement with the Campbell family and take responsibility for Mr. Kieran. Wait, no, I mean, let Mr. Kieran take responsibility for you." Her words rendered Inez speechless for a moment.

Inez stared at her mother in depression. "Who do you think I am, Mom? What will Kieran think about me? Trying to get his attention this way will only make him hate me more!"

"It won't. You're just delivering his clothes to him. Just do it," urged Madelyn. "Quickly. The housekeepers in the house are all busy. You're the only one who's free."

Inez was at a loss for words.

Instead of waiting for her daughter's reply, Madelyn left the room.

Looking at herself through the mirror, Inez ruffled her hair broodingly. Why did Kieran's business trip bring him to Fairlake? Just as I've decided to cut my ties with him, he decided to show up in front of me! How annoying!

Three sighs escaped her lips consecutively before she resignedly picked up the clothes on the table and delivered it to the guest room.

The door was left ajar, and there was no sound of water from within.

Occasionally, she could hear drops of water landing on a surface, but that was about it.

He has finished showering. Taking a deep breath, Inez knocked on the door and entered the room. "My mom asked me to bring you clothes, Mr. Kieran."

Remember, I have to treat him as if we're strangers. She repeated that in her mind as she placed the clothes at the end of the bed. When she lifted her eyes, she met Kieran's cold ones.

He had just stridden out of the bathroom and was drying his short hair with a towel. The lower half of his body was wrapped in another white towel. There was a refreshing and ascetic vibe to him.

Inez's line of sight then landed on the upper half of his fair, naked, muscular, attractive body.

After taking a few looks, she turned her head away and left.

Swiftly, Kieran grabbed her wrist. "Why are you the one sending me my clothes?"

Inez's heart sank as she responded icily without turning her head back, "It seems you weren't hoping to see me, Mr. Kieran. Fine by me. If my mother didn't force me to do this, I wouldn't have come either. I'll leave right away."

"That's not what I meant," explained Kieran in his usual frigid and magnetic voice.

Inez attempted to break free from his restraint, but he was far more powerful than her.

As he pulled her back, she fell onto his body and touched his muscles.

Both of them were suddenly rendered speechless as their ears turned red. The atmosphere turned a little awkward.

After struggling for a long while, Kieran gathered his courage and uttered, "Ms. Inez, I'm actually-"

Before he could complete his sentence, Inez shoved his hand away and sprinted out of the room while covering her face.

Kieran watched her escape with slightly furrowed eyebrows. He thought about chasing after her, but he didn't in the end. After all, it would be too odd for him to run around in the Mossey residence with only a towel covering his body. He locked the door and changed into his clean clothes.

When he reemerged from the room, he saw Inez descending the stairs with makeup on her face.

Then, he watched her vanish from the entrance of the residence.

He shifted his attention to the living room, specifically to Madelyn, who was eating fruit on the couch. "Where is she going?" "Considering how pretty she's dressed, a date, of course." Madelyn grinned.

Kieran frowned. "With who?"

Amused, Madelyn covered her mouth to hide her snicker. "Who do you think? Her fiancé from the Campbell family, of course."

"Where?"

"I think... she's having lunch at Yucca Delight on Eastern Street," answered Madelyn casually.

Kieran's expression darkened as he rapidly descended the stairs and stood not far from Madelyn. "Lend me some money, Mrs. Mossey." Madelyn, who was just about to eat a cherry, was stunned.

Recalling the fact that he had lost his wallet, she asked, "How much do you want? I can lend you a few hundred thousand and even millions, but not more.

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