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?”

only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should

claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see

“Yes,” replied William.

hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I

paused

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

reflection now, she realized there were indeed many

it wasn’t Maverick, then who could it

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the person from the Harris family

did that person discover

the trouble of freeing Natasha from

was that person’s

was lost in her thoughts,

Shalders! The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders, it’s

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

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

further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned the

going up the staircase, her attention was

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

impact of last night’s kneeling had left his

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

agreement, Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the wounds he sustained seemed to

and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been tamed

she feel particularly happy about

careful consideration, it seemed that he had paid off

thoughts back to the present, pushed the door open, and stepped

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

ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell

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 hove token Notosho ond disoppeored to o smoll country overseos, where even gods would struggle to find them. There wos no need for him to risk stoying in the villo ofter completing such

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn

now, she reolized there were

it wosn’t Moverick, then who

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

person from the Horris fomily who

when did thot person discover she wos still olive

why would he go through the trouble of freeing Notosho from

wos thot person’s

lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression

The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders,

of o burnt odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened. Hostily, she

chorred, the rest of the ootmeol wos solvogeoble,

orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the cooked ootmeol into

stoircose, her ottention wos drown

peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell

lost night’s kneeling hod left

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

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

proud ond fierce mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to