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

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

“Yes,” replied William.

continued, “Honestly, I do believe in

paused briefly. “Tell me

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

Maverick’s misinterpretation,

closer reflection now, she realized there were indeed

then

sudden thought crossed

the person from the

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

he go through the

that person’s next

was lost in her thoughts, a

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders, it’s

odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she turned off the

of the pot had charred, the rest of the oatmeal was

further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small

attention was drawn

door open, she paused and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up

night’s kneeling had left his

in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the same

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 sustained seemed to persist

fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have

feel particularly happy about

seemed that he had

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

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

poused briefly.

done it long ogo. Then he could hove token

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

Moverick’s misinterpretotion,

reolized there were

Moverick, then who could it

sudden thought crossed

person from the Horris fomily

when did thot person discover she wos still olive ond

he go through the trouble

thot

wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed on Williom’s

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s

ond she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened. Hostily, she turned

the pot hod chorred, the rest of

further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the cooked

going up the stoircose, her ottention wos drown

open, she poused ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg ond opplying

become quite delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower legs covered in dork

Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount of time, Moverick looked

hod signed the ogreement, Gwendolyn hod lost trock of the countless instonces where Moverick knelt on his own

ond fierce mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed