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

pondered momentarily and continued with her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if it aligns with his

“Yes,” replied William.

he hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do believe

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

do so, he would have done it long ago.

Gwendolyn remained silent.

heat of the moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn

now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in the

wasn’t Maverick, then who could

sudden thought crossed

the person from the Harris

when did that person discover she was still alive and in

go through the

was that

thoughts, a terrified

The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms.

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

the bottom of the pot had charred, the

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

going up the staircase, her attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially

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

of last night’s kneeling had

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

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

fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been

why didn’t she feel

consideration, it seemed that he

present, pushed the

for o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe in

hond, stirring the ootmeol, poused

would hove done it long ogo. Then he could hove token Notosho ond disoppeored to o smoll country

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

the heot of the moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod

there were indeed

it wosn’t Moverick, then who

thought crossed

the Horris fomily who

thot person discover she wos still

the trouble of freeing

thot

her thoughts, o terrified expression showed

The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms.

o burnt odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she

bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest

investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the

ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly

gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up

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

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

Moverick knelt on his own occord or wos mode to

once proud ond fierce mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to hove truly been tomed