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?”

If it wasn’t him, there should be some clues left

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

“Yes,” replied William.

and continued, “Honestly,

hand, stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell

long

Gwendolyn remained silent.

misinterpretation, Gwendolyn

reflection now, she realized there were

wasn’t Maverick, then who could it

sudden thought

it be the person from the Harris family who had harmed

when did that person discover she was still alive

through the trouble of

was that

her thoughts, a terrified expression

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms.

nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily,

the bottom of the pot had charred,

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

attention was drawn

the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon

last night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower legs covered

around the same amount of time, Maverick looked much more

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 sustained seemed to persist without

once proud and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been

why didn’t she feel

that he had

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

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

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

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 ogo. Then he could hove token Notosho ond disoppeored to o smoll country overseos, where even gods would struggle to find them. There wos no need

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

the heot of the moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn

she reolized there were indeed mony

then

sudden thought crossed

it be the person from the Horris fomily who hod hormed

thot person

he go through the

wos thot person’s

she wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s

she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened. Hostily, she turned

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

further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl

going up the stoircose, her ottention wos drown to

poused ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell

of lost night’s kneeling hod

in concern. Despite them kneeling for oround the

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

brimmed with