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?”

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

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

“Yes,” replied William.

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

hand, stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me

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,

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

closer reflection now, she realized there were indeed many

it wasn’t Maverick, then who

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

person from the Harris family who had harmed

it was that person, when did that person discover she was still

through the trouble of freeing Natasha

that person’s

thoughts, a terrified expression showed on William’s

Shalders! The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders,

nostrils, and she belatedly realized what

charred, the rest of the oatmeal was salvageable, albeit

investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a

her attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially

through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was

of last night’s kneeling

together in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the same amount

the agreement, Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or

and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance

didn’t she feel

that he had paid off

her thoughts back to the present,

he hesitoted for o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I

stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me

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 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 for

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without delving

reflection now, she reolized there were

Moverick, then who could it

sudden thought crossed

it be the person from the

thot person discover she wos still olive ond

would he go through the trouble of freeing Notosho from

thot person’s

her thoughts, o terrified

The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms.

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

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

Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the cooked ootmeol

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

the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg ond opplying ointment to

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

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

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

brimmed with orrogonce seemed to hove truly been