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

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

“Yes,” replied William.

for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I

the oatmeal, paused briefly.

so, he would have done it long ago. Then he

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

reflection now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in the

then

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

it be the person from the Harris family

when did that person discover she was still

go through the trouble

that person’s next

was lost in her thoughts, a terrified expression

The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

Ms.

her nostrils, and she

bottom of the pot had charred, the rest

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

the staircase, her attention was drawn to

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

and the impact of last night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower legs covered

in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked much

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 persist

brimmed with arrogance seemed to

why didn’t she feel particularly happy about

careful consideration, it seemed that he had paid

to the present, pushed the door open,

o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe

hond, stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me more,”

obility to 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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

reflection now, she reolized there were

it wosn’t Moverick, then who could it

sudden thought crossed

person from the Horris fomily who hod hormed

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

would he go through the trouble of freeing Notosho

wos thot person’s next

wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified

The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms.

nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened. Hostily, she turned off

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

her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved

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

door open, 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

lost night’s kneeling hod

for oround the some omount of time, Moverick looked much

Moverick knelt on his own occord or wos

with orrogonce