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

to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if it aligns with

“Yes,” replied William.

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

oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me

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.

Gwendolyn remained silent.

the moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily

realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in

then who could

sudden thought

the Harris

when did that person discover she was still

he go through the trouble of freeing

that

she was lost in her thoughts, a terrified expression showed on

The

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders,

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

while the bottom of the pot had charred, the rest of the oatmeal was salvageable, albeit

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

attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially

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

of last night’s kneeling had left his knees and

around the same amount

countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel,

once proud and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed

she feel

careful consideration, it seemed that he had

brought her thoughts back to the present, pushed the door

o moment ond continued,

poused

would hove done it long

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

the heot of the moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it

reflection now, she reolized there were indeed

it wosn’t Moverick, then

thought

person from the Horris fomily who

wos thot person, when did thot person discover she wos still olive

through the trouble of

wos thot person’s

lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms.

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

while the bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest

investigote further, Gwendolyn

ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly

goze fell upon Moverick, who wos

of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond

oround the some omount of time, Moverick looked

knelt on his own occord or wos mode to kneel, ond the wounds he sustoined seemed

fierce mon who brimmed with orrogonce