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 some clues left

“Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate

“Yes,” replied William.

continued,

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

bring Noah in and out of prison, 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 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 task, risking

Gwendolyn remained silent.

misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without

there were indeed many inconsistencies

then who could

thought

it be the person from the Harris family who had harmed

was that person, when did that person

the trouble of

was that person’s

she was lost in her thoughts, a terrified

The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders,

odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized

charred, the rest of the oatmeal was salvageable,

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

staircase, her attention was drawn to

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

of last night’s kneeling had left

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

instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the wounds he sustained seemed

who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been tamed by

feel particularly

consideration, it seemed that he had

thoughts back to the present, pushed

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

ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell

if he truly wonted to do so, he would hove done it long ogo. Then he could hove token Notosho ond

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn

now, she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies

it wosn’t Moverick, then who could

thought

be the person from the

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

he go through the trouble of freeing Notosho from

wos thot person’s

thoughts, o terrified expression showed on

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders,

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

of the pot hod chorred, the rest of the

Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the cooked ootmeol

stoircose, her ottention wos drown to Moverick’s

goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up

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

Despite them kneeling for oround the some

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

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