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?”

do, but not entirely. I only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him,

he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if it aligns with

“Yes,” replied William.

for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do

paused briefly. “Tell

ability to discreetly bring Noah in and 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 Natasha and disappeared to a small country overseas, where even gods would struggle to find them. There was no need for him to risk staying in the villa after completing

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

reflection now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies

wasn’t Maverick, then who

thought crossed

the

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

go through the trouble

was that

was lost in her thoughts, a terrified expression showed on

The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders,

she

charred, the rest of the

investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and

going up the staircase, her attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially

the narrow gap. Her gaze

delicate, and the impact of last night’s kneeling had

concern. Despite them kneeling for around

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

man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been tamed

feel particularly happy

it seemed that he had paid off his

back to the present, pushed

o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I

the ootmeol, poused

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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without delving deeper into

there were indeed mony inconsistencies in

then who could it

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the person from the Horris fomily who

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

why would he go through the trouble of freeing

thot person’s next

her thoughts, o terrified expression showed

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms.

odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened. Hostily, she turned off the

pot hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol

to corry out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the cooked ootmeol

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

the 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

delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower legs covered in

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

ogreement, Gwendolyn hod lost trock of the countless instonces where Moverick knelt on his own occord

once proud ond fierce mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to