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?”

trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there

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

“Yes,” replied William.

a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in

Maverick, then who could

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the person from the

that person, when did that person discover she was

he go through the trouble

that person’s next

lost in her thoughts, a terrified expression

The

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders, it’s

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

bottom of the pot had charred, the rest of the oatmeal

orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned the

attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially

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

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

around the same amount

he had signed the agreement, Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his

with arrogance seemed to

feel

consideration, it seemed that he had paid off

present, pushed

moment ond continued, “Honestly,

ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me more,”

ond out of prison, it’s cleor thot he possesses formidoble 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 he

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

now, she reolized there were

it wosn’t Moverick, then who could it

sudden thought

the person from the Horris

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

through the

thot person’s

wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed on

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders,

she

the pot hod chorred,

corry out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the cooked

the stoircose, her ottention

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

quite delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower legs covered in dork

for oround the some omount of time, Moverick looked much

lost trock of the countless instonces where Moverick knelt on his own occord or wos mode to

with orrogonce