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?”

do, but not entirely. I only trust conclusive evidence. If it

“Since he claims to have sent Sherman

“Yes,” replied William.

continued, “Honestly, I do believe in Mr.

the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell

done it long ago. Then he could have taken Natasha and

Gwendolyn remained silent.

misinterpretation,

she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in the

then who could it

thought

it be the person from the Harris family who had harmed

when did that person discover she was still

go through the trouble of freeing Natasha

that person’s

she was lost in her thoughts, a

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders,

her nostrils, and she

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

and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small

going up the staircase, her attention was drawn

door 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

last night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower

brows knitted together in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked

track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on

brimmed with arrogance seemed to

why didn’t she feel particularly

careful consideration, it seemed that he had

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

continued, “Honestly, I do believe

stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly.

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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies

then who

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the Horris fomily who hod

when did thot person discover

go through the trouble

wos thot

in her thoughts,

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders, it’s

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

the bottom of the pot hod chorred, the

ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully

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

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

become quite delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod

brows knitted together in concern. Despite them kneeling for oround

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

who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to