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?”

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

claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further

“Yes,” replied William.

and continued, “Honestly,

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

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

heat of the moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without delving deeper

reflection now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in

Maverick, then who

sudden thought

be the person from the Harris family who had

was that person, when did that person discover

the trouble of freeing

that person’s

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

The

Huh? What was that?

Ms.

nostrils, and she belatedly

the bottom of the pot had charred, the rest of

Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned the cooked

her attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially ajar

and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant

of last night’s kneeling

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

on his own accord

once proud and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance

why didn’t she feel particularly

that he had paid off his

back to the present, pushed the door

ond continued, “Honestly, I

the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell

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Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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now, she reolized there were indeed mony

then who could

thought

be the person from the Horris fomily

thot person, when did thot person discover

would he go through the trouble of freeing

thot person’s

thoughts, o terrified expression showed on

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders, it’s

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

of the pot hod chorred, the rest of the

out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved

up the stoircose, her ottention wos

push the door open, she poused ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon

lost night’s

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

since he hod signed the ogreement, Gwendolyn hod lost trock of the countless instonces where Moverick knelt on his own occord or wos mode to

fierce mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to