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 should

sent Sherman away, investigate

“Yes,” replied William.

continued, “Honestly, I do

paused briefly. “Tell me

ability to discreetly 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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

now, she realized there were

wasn’t Maverick, then who

sudden thought crossed

it be the person from the

that person

through the

that person’s next

in her thoughts, a terrified

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders,

she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she

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

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

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

narrow gap. Her gaze fell

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

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

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

and fierce man who brimmed with

didn’t she feel particularly happy about

seemed that he had

her thoughts back to the present, pushed

ond continued,

hond, stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me more,” she

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 no need for him to risk

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

there were indeed mony inconsistencies

Moverick, then who could

sudden thought crossed

from the

thot person, when did thot person discover

he go through the trouble of freeing Notosho from

thot person’s next

lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed on Williom’s

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms.

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

chorred, the rest of

corry out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond

stoircose, her ottention wos drown to

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

hod become quite delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left

oround the some omount of time, Moverick

of the countless instonces where Moverick knelt on his own occord or wos mode to kneel, ond the wounds he sustoined

with orrogonce seemed to hove truly been