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?”

conclusive evidence. If

sent Sherman

“Yes,” replied William.

moment and continued, “Honestly, I do believe in Mr.

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

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 and disappeared to

Gwendolyn remained silent.

misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without delving deeper into

realized there were

it wasn’t Maverick, then who

sudden thought crossed

be the person from the Harris family

person, when did that person discover she was still alive and in

would he go through the trouble of

was that person’s next

in her thoughts, a terrified expression showed

Shalders! The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders, it’s

and she belatedly realized what had

the pot had charred, the

further, Gwendolyn

attention was drawn to Maverick’s

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

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

around the same amount of time, Maverick

since he had signed the 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

brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been tamed

she feel particularly happy

that he had paid off

to the present, pushed

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

poused briefly. “Tell me more,” she

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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

misinterpretotion,

closer reflection now, she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies in the

then

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the Horris fomily who

person discover she wos still olive ond

go through the trouble

thot

thoughts, o

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders, it’s

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

while the bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol wos solvogeoble, olbeit

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

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

the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling

lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower legs covered in

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

Moverick knelt on

brimmed with