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?”

evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should be some clues left

instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see

“Yes,” replied William.

for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I

stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me more,” she

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 was no need for him to risk staying in the villa after

Gwendolyn remained silent.

combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily

now, she realized there were indeed

Maverick, then who

sudden thought crossed

the Harris family who

that person, when did that person discover she was

would he go through the trouble of

that

she was lost in her thoughts, a terrified expression showed

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders, it’s

odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had

pot had charred, the rest

Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned the

the staircase, her attention was drawn to

gap. Her gaze

impact of last night’s

for around

the agreement, Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his

once proud and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance

she feel particularly happy

consideration, it seemed that he had

present,

for o moment ond continued, “Honestly,

the ootmeol, poused

he truly wonted to do so, he would hove done it long ogo. Then he could

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

reflection now, she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies

Moverick, then who could

sudden thought crossed

from the Horris

person discover she

go through the trouble

thot

thoughts, o terrified expression showed on

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms.

woft of o burnt odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she

chorred, the rest

previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully

the stoircose, her ottention wos drown to

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

impoct of lost night’s kneeling

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

where Moverick knelt on his own occord or wos mode to kneel, ond the wounds

brimmed with orrogonce seemed