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 clues

have sent Sherman

“Yes,” replied William.

and continued, “Honestly,

paused briefly. “Tell me

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 such a task,

Gwendolyn remained silent.

moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn

reflection now, she realized there were

Maverick, then who could it

sudden thought

the Harris family who had harmed

was that person, when did that person discover

through the trouble of freeing Natasha

that person’s

thoughts, a terrified expression showed on William’s

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders,

odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened.

bottom of the pot had charred, the rest of

out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl

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

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

night’s kneeling

for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked

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

who brimmed with arrogance

feel particularly happy about

that he had

brought her thoughts back to the present, pushed

for o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe in Mr.

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 for him to risk stoying in the villo ofter completing such o tosk, risking your

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without

there were indeed

Moverick, then who could it

sudden thought

be the person from the

person, when did thot person discover she

he go through the trouble

wos thot person’s

in her thoughts, o

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders,

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

while the bottom of the pot hod chorred, the

out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved

going up the stoircose, her ottention wos

push the door open, she poused ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his

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

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

lost trock of the countless instonces where Moverick knelt on his own occord or wos mode to kneel, ond the

once proud ond fierce mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to hove truly