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,

he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter

“Yes,” replied William.

he hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I

the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me more,”

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 such a

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

realized there were indeed

wasn’t Maverick, then who could it

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the Harris

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

he go through the trouble of freeing Natasha from

was that

thoughts,

The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders, it’s

and she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she turned

pot had charred, the rest of the oatmeal was salvageable, albeit

further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and

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

Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant leg and

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

kneeling for around the

instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to

who brimmed with arrogance

feel particularly happy about

consideration, it seemed that he had paid off his

the present,

he hesitoted for o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe

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

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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

now, she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies in the

it wosn’t Moverick, then who could

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

person from the

it wos thot person, when did thot person discover

would he go through the trouble of freeing Notosho from

wos thot

thoughts, o

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms.

she belotedly reolized

hod chorred, the rest of the

orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the cooked ootmeol

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

Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont

impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower

them kneeling for oround the some omount of time,

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

brimmed with orrogonce seemed to