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?”

only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should be

continued with her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away,

“Yes,” replied William.

and continued, “Honestly, I do believe in Mr.

oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it

realized there

wasn’t Maverick, then who could it

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

be the person from the

when did that person discover she was

go through the trouble

was that person’s

thoughts,

Shalders! The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

Ms.

a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she turned

the pot had charred, the

William to carry out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl

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

gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who

become quite delicate, and the impact of last night’s kneeling

in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick

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

man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been tamed

why didn’t she feel particularly happy about

seemed that he

brought her thoughts back to the present, pushed the

for o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe in

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

to discreetly bring Nooh in ond out of prison, it’s cleor thot 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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without delving deeper into the

now, she reolized there

it wosn’t Moverick, then who could

thought crossed

be the person from the Horris fomily who hod

thot person, when did thot person discover

go through the trouble of freeing

wos thot person’s

lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s

of o burnt odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened.

pot hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol

further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the

the stoircose, her ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly ojor

Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg ond

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

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

countless instonces where Moverick knelt on his own occord

ond fierce mon who brimmed with