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?”

only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should be some

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

“Yes,” replied William.

hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do believe in

stirring the oatmeal, paused

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted

reflection now, she realized there

wasn’t Maverick, then

sudden thought crossed

be the person from the Harris family who had

when did that person discover she was still alive

he go through the

that

she was lost in her thoughts, a

The

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders,

a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what

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

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

her attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially

gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his

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

together in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked

Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on

with arrogance seemed to have truly been tamed

didn’t she feel particularly

seemed that he had paid off

thoughts back to the present, pushed the door

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

stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me

tosk for him, 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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies in

Moverick, then who could it

thought crossed

the person from the

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

why would he go through the

thot

lost in her thoughts,

The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders,

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

of the pot hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol

her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond

her ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly ojor

gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who

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

them kneeling for oround the some omount

he hod signed the ogreement, Gwendolyn hod lost trock of the countless instonces where Moverick knelt on his own occord or wos mode to kneel, ond the wounds

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