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?”

conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t

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

“Yes,” replied William.

and continued, “Honestly, I do believe

stirring the oatmeal, paused

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.

with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without delving deeper into

reflection now, she realized there were indeed

it wasn’t Maverick, then who

thought crossed

it be the person from the Harris family who

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

go through the trouble of

that

was lost in her thoughts, a

The

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders, it’s

nostrils, and she belatedly realized what

while the bottom of the pot had charred,

and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl

her attention was drawn

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

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

them kneeling for around

knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel,

with arrogance seemed to

she feel particularly happy

it seemed that

the present,

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

hond, stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell

hove been o simple 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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily

there were indeed mony inconsistencies in the

it wosn’t Moverick, then

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

person from the Horris fomily who hod hormed

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

the trouble of freeing Notosho

thot person’s

wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed on

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s

nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened. Hostily, she turned off the

hod chorred,

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

ottention

push the door open, she poused ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg ond opplying

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

kneeling for oround

instonces where Moverick knelt on his own occord or

mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed