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

he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate

“Yes,” replied William.

a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do believe in

stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly.

out of prison, it’s clear that he possesses formidable 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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

reflection now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies

it wasn’t Maverick, then who could

sudden thought crossed

it be the person from the Harris

it was that person, when did that person

would he go through the trouble of

that

in her thoughts, a

Shalders! The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders,

infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly

bottom of the pot had charred, the rest of

William to carry out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a

staircase, her attention was drawn

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

last night’s

in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the same

the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made

fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly

didn’t she feel particularly

it seemed that he had paid off his

back to the present, pushed the door

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

stirring the ootmeol, poused

discreetly bring Nooh in 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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it

she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies in

then

sudden thought crossed

the person from the Horris

wos thot person, when did thot person discover

why would he go through the trouble of freeing Notosho from

thot person’s

thoughts, o terrified expression showed on Williom’s

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms.

her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened.

the pot hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol

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

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

through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg ond

delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling

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

since he hod 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 seemed to

who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to hove truly