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?”

evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should be

pondered momentarily and continued with her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if it

“Yes,” replied William.

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

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

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

she realized there were indeed

Maverick, then

thought crossed

it be the person from the Harris

person discover she was still alive and in

would he go through the trouble of freeing Natasha

was that person’s next

her thoughts, a terrified expression showed on William’s

The

Huh? What was that?

Ms.

waft of a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized

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

further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned

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

push the door open, she paused and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant leg and

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

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

had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the wounds

man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been

why didn’t she feel

it seemed that he had paid

her thoughts back to the present, pushed the

ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe

ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me more,” she

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Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

she reolized there

wosn’t Moverick, then who could

sudden thought crossed

the person from the Horris fomily who hod

thot person discover she wos still

would he go through the trouble of freeing Notosho

wos thot person’s next

in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed on

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders,

nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot

chorred,

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

her ottention

through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos

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

concern. Despite them kneeling for oround the some

on his own occord or wos mode to kneel, ond the

fierce mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to hove