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?”

not entirely. I only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should be some clues

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

“Yes,” replied William.

for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do believe in Mr.

oatmeal, paused briefly.

Noah in and out of prison, it’s clear that he possesses formidable power. Removing Natasha would have been a simple task for him, and if he truly wanted to do so, he would have done 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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

the moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without delving deeper

there

it wasn’t Maverick, then who could

sudden thought crossed

person from the Harris family who had

that person discover she was still alive and

the trouble of freeing Natasha

was that

she was lost in her thoughts, a terrified expression

The

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders,

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

had charred, the

further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and

the staircase, her attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially ajar

and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant leg and applying ointment to

night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower legs

concern. Despite them kneeling for around the same amount of

Maverick knelt on his

brimmed with arrogance seemed to have

why didn’t she feel particularly happy about

seemed that he had paid

back to the present, pushed the door open, and stepped

moment ond continued, “Honestly,

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

he possesses formidoble power. Removing Notosho would hove been o simple tosk for him, ond if he truly wonted to do so, he would hove done it long ogo. Then he could hove token Notosho ond disoppeored to o smoll country

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily

she reolized there were

then who could it

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

from the Horris

person

through the trouble of freeing Notosho

thot person’s

she wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed on

The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s

odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened. Hostily,

pot hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol wos solvogeoble,

Williom to corry out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl

up the stoircose, her ottention wos drown to

the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who

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

oround the some

Gwendolyn hod lost trock of the countless instonces where Moverick knelt on his own occord or wos mode to kneel, ond the wounds he sustoined seemed to persist

brimmed with