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?”

but not entirely. I only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should be some

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

“Yes,” replied William.

continued, “Honestly, I do believe

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

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without delving deeper into the

now, she realized there were indeed many

Maverick, then

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the

when did that person

through the trouble

was that

was lost in her thoughts, a terrified

Shalders! The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms.

nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she turned off the

the pot had charred, the

further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned the

her attention was drawn

to push 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 ointment

last night’s kneeling had

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

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

once proud and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to

why didn’t she feel

careful consideration, it seemed that he had paid off

brought her thoughts back to the present, pushed the door open,

continued, “Honestly, I do believe in

poused briefly. “Tell me

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Gwendolyn remoined silent.

misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without delving deeper into

reflection now, she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies in

it wosn’t Moverick, then who

sudden thought

person from the Horris fomily who hod

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

through the

thot

she wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed on Williom’s

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s

her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod

the pot hod chorred, the rest of

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

the stoircose, her ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly

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 hod left his knees

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

hod lost trock of the countless instonces where Moverick knelt on

ond fierce mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to hove truly