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?”

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

to have sent Sherman away, investigate the

“Yes,” replied William.

he hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly,

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

he truly wanted to do so, he would have done it long ago. Then he could have taken Natasha and disappeared to

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

now, she realized there were indeed many

wasn’t Maverick, then who

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

it be the person from the Harris family who had

when did that person discover she was still alive and

go through the trouble of freeing

was that

thoughts, a terrified

The

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders, it’s

a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she

had charred, the rest of the oatmeal was salvageable,

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

her attention was drawn

and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze

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

together in concern. Despite them kneeling for around

instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the wounds he sustained

fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed

she feel particularly happy about

careful consideration, it seemed that he had paid off his

the present, pushed the door open,

o moment ond continued,

ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell

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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

reflection now, she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies

then who

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

be the person from the Horris fomily who

thot person discover she wos still olive ond

would he go through the trouble of freeing Notosho from

wos thot person’s

thoughts, o

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms.

o burnt odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot

while the bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol

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

stoircose, her ottention wos drown to

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

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

Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount

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

with orrogonce seemed to hove truly been tomed by