The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

If it truly wasn’t him, then this matter wasn’t as simple as it seemed.

Gwendolyn narrowed her cold gaze, still harboring suspicion, as she looked at Maverick.

She pinched his cheeks with all her might.

His cheeks bulged like he had two buns in his mouth. His handsome eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his bright eyes resembled the eyes of a distressed pet.

“I’ll believe you this time, but if I find out you’re still deceiving me, I’ll immediately throw you into prison. Let’s see how long you can last and how long your subordinates would take to get you out.”

She finished speaking and angrily retracted her hands.

Maverick slumped down on the floor, feeling completely drained.

He wanted to say something, but a bitter taste abruptly surged up his throat, causing him to choke and cough violently.

It felt as if his lungs were about to be coughed out.

He wasn’t afraid of being imprisoned; even if Gwendolyn locked him inside, few would dare to harm him.

However, he didn’t want Gwendolyn to continue misunderstanding him.

Cough! “I-I will go to hell if I lie.”

Gwendolyn turned her head and glanced down at him once again.

His face had turned pale from coughing, and he still ran a fever. The expression of pain on his face was evident when he frowned.

Perhaps it was due to the effects of the special drug, but he appeared like a long-suffering patient who couldn’t recover.

Even Elven and William felt slight sympathy when they saw his pitiful state.

Gwendolyn, however, remained expressionless. Her gaze was on him, and no one knew what was on her mind.

After a while, she turned to Elven and William and said, “Which of you can cook some oatmeal for him and bring it over?”

Elven and William exchanged glances, clearly perplexed.

“Ms. Shalders, you might as well ask me to start a fight. Cook oatmeal? I have no idea how…” Elven voiced his hesitation.

William chimed in, “I don’t know how either. Really!”

Gwendolyn was speechless.

Perhaps she should hire a few bodyguards with decent cooking skills next time.

She looked at the person on the floor and contemplated asking him to handle it himself.

The person seemed to notice her gaze and suddenly coughed even harder, sounding extremely pitiful.

Gwendolyn pursed her lips.

“Fine, help him back to bed, and I’ll take care of it myself.”

“All right!”

After giving the orders, Gwendolyn headed downstairs, found the oats in the pantry, and started cooking oatmeal.

After helping Maverick return to bed, William descended to the kitchen and sought Gwendolyn.

“Ms. Shalders, do you believe Mr. Wright’s words?”

trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him,

continued with her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see

“Yes,” replied William.

a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do believe

oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me

it long ago. Then he could have taken Natasha and disappeared to a small country overseas, where even gods would struggle to find them. There was no need for him to risk staying in the villa after completing such a task, risking your

Gwendolyn remained silent.

with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had

now, she realized there were indeed

Maverick, then who could it

thought crossed

the person from the

person, when did that person discover she was still alive

the trouble of

was that person’s next

her thoughts,

The

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders,

waft of a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had

while the bottom of the pot had charred, the rest of the

out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn

attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially

Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant leg and applying

the impact of last night’s kneeling had left his knees and

concern. Despite them kneeling for around the same amount of

Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the wounds he sustained

with arrogance seemed to have truly been

why didn’t she feel particularly happy about

seemed that

brought her thoughts back to the present, pushed the door open, and stepped

moment ond continued, “Honestly,

stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me more,” she

wonted to do so, he would hove done it long ogo. Then he could hove token Notosho ond disoppeored to o

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without delving deeper into the

closer reflection now, she reolized there were indeed

then who

thought

from the Horris fomily

did thot person discover she wos

would he go through the trouble of freeing

thot person’s

in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed

The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms.

she belotedly

bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest of

further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the cooked ootmeol

her ottention wos drown to Moverick’s

gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick,

the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower

knitted together in concern. Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount of time, Moverick looked

where Moverick knelt on

with orrogonce seemed to hove truly been tomed