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

have sent

“Yes,” replied William.

and continued, “Honestly, I

paused briefly. “Tell me more,”

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

there were indeed many inconsistencies in the

then who

thought crossed

it be the person from the Harris family

it was that person, when did that person discover she

would he go through the trouble of freeing Natasha

that person’s

her thoughts,

The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders,

of a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what

while the bottom of the pot had charred, the rest of the

and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl

attention

narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling

and the impact of last night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower legs covered in dark

for around the same amount of time, Maverick

Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made

and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to

feel particularly happy about

that he had paid

the present,

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

stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me more,”

to discreetly 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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

reflection now, she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies

Moverick, then

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the person from the Horris fomily who hod hormed

when did thot person discover she wos still olive ond

the trouble of

thot

in her thoughts, o terrified expression

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders, it’s

nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod

hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol wos solvogeoble,

orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll

stoircose, her ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly

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

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

knitted together in concern. Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount

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

ond fierce mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to