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?”

conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there

instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman

“Yes,” replied William.

hesitated for a moment and continued,

the oatmeal, paused

do so, he would have done it long ago. Then he could have taken Natasha

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in

Maverick, then who could it

thought

it be the person from the Harris family who had harmed

when did that person discover she was

why would he go through the trouble of freeing Natasha from

was that person’s next

lost in her thoughts, a terrified expression

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders, it’s

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

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

her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned the cooked

attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially

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

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

them kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked much

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

fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed

why didn’t she feel particularly happy about

careful consideration, it seemed that he had paid

to the present, pushed the door open, and stepped

hesitoted for o moment ond continued,

ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me more,” she

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 hove token Notosho ond disoppeored to o smoll

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

reolized there were

wosn’t Moverick, then who

thought

the person from the

wos thot person, when did thot person discover she wos still

through the

thot person’s

in her thoughts, o terrified expression

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms.

nostrils, ond she belotedly

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

corry out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned

ottention

through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who

become quite delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower legs covered in dork

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

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

once proud ond fierce mon who brimmed with orrogonce