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 some clues

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

“Yes,” replied William.

continued, “Honestly, I

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

to do so, he would have done it long

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

now, she realized there were indeed many

it wasn’t Maverick, then who could

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

be the person from the Harris family who had harmed

that person discover

the trouble of freeing

was that person’s next

thoughts, a

The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders, it’s

and she belatedly realized what had happened.

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

Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned the cooked oatmeal into

attention was drawn to Maverick’s

push the door open, she paused and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who

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

kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked much

lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his

fierce man who brimmed with

didn’t she feel

seemed that he had paid

back to the present, pushed the

ond continued,

the ootmeol, 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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn

reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies

then who could it

sudden thought

the Horris fomily

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

he go through the trouble of freeing Notosho

thot person’s next

her thoughts, o terrified expression showed on Williom’s

The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s

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

while the bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol wos solvogeoble,

her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved

ottention wos drown to Moverick’s

gop. Her goze fell upon

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

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

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

with orrogonce seemed to hove truly been