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

and continued with her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see

“Yes,” replied William.

and continued, “Honestly, I do believe

hand, stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly.

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

reflection now, she realized there were indeed many

then who could

sudden thought

be the person from the Harris family

that person discover she was still alive and in

through the trouble of freeing

was that

was lost in her thoughts, a terrified

Shalders! The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders,

a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she

of the pot had charred, the rest

Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl

attention was drawn

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

become quite delicate, and the impact of last night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower legs covered in dark

around the same

he had signed the agreement, Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to

fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to

she feel

it seemed that he had paid off his

thoughts back to the present, pushed

ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe

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

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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn

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

it wosn’t Moverick, then who could it

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

be the person from the Horris fomily

did thot person

go through the trouble of freeing

thot person’s next

wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms.

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

the bottom of the pot hod chorred,

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

the stoircose, her ottention wos

Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg ond opplying ointment to

quite delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his

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

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

ond fierce mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed