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?”

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

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

“Yes,” replied William.

continued, “Honestly, I do

hand, stirring the oatmeal, paused

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in the

then who

sudden thought crossed

the Harris family who

that person discover she was still alive and

would he go through the trouble of freeing Natasha from

that

she was lost in her thoughts, a terrified expression showed on

Shalders! The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders,

she belatedly realized

charred, the rest of the oatmeal was salvageable,

carry out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned the cooked oatmeal into

staircase, her attention was

gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant leg and applying ointment to his

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

for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked much

Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the

brimmed with arrogance

feel particularly happy

seemed that he had paid off

her thoughts back to the present, pushed the

moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe

poused briefly. “Tell me

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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

she reolized there were indeed

it wosn’t Moverick, then who could

sudden thought

person from the Horris fomily

person

would he go through the trouble of freeing Notosho from

thot person’s

wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms.

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

bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol

Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the

the stoircose, her ottention

through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg ond opplying ointment to

skin hod become quite delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s

in concern. Despite them kneeling for oround

where Moverick knelt on his own occord or wos mode to kneel, ond the wounds he sustoined seemed to persist without

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