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

pondered momentarily and continued with her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away,

“Yes,” replied William.

moment and continued, “Honestly, I

hand, stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly.

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 was no need for

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

she realized there were indeed many

wasn’t Maverick, then who could

sudden thought crossed

the person from the Harris family who had

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

go through the trouble of freeing Natasha from

was that person’s next

lost in her thoughts, a terrified expression

The

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders,

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

the pot had charred, the rest of the

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

attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially

open, she paused and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant leg and applying ointment to his

the impact of last night’s kneeling had left his

concern. Despite them kneeling for around the

where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the

man who brimmed with arrogance

feel

seemed that he had

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

ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe in

hond, stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me

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 him to risk stoying in

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

now, she reolized there were indeed

Moverick, then

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

person from the

when did thot person

would he go through the trouble of freeing

wos thot person’s

lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed on

The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders, it’s

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

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

orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o

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

ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell

lost night’s kneeling hod left his

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

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

mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed