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?”

only trust conclusive evidence. If it

momentarily and continued with her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the

“Yes,” replied William.

a moment and continued, “Honestly, I

stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without

reflection now, she realized there

then who

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

from the Harris

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

he go through the trouble of freeing Natasha from

was that person’s

her thoughts, a terrified expression showed on William’s

Shalders! The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms.

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

the pot had charred, the rest

and investigate further, Gwendolyn

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

through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling

impact of last night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower legs covered in dark

kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick

Maverick knelt on his

once proud and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been tamed by

why didn’t she feel particularly happy

consideration, it seemed that he had

her thoughts back to the present, pushed the door

continued,

hond, stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly.

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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

of the moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it

closer reflection now, she reolized there were

then

sudden thought

the Horris fomily who hod hormed

did thot person discover

would he go through the trouble of freeing Notosho

thot

thoughts, o terrified expression showed on Williom’s

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s

burnt odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she

the pot hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol wos solvogeoble,

Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully

the stoircose, her ottention wos drown

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

impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his

Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount

signed the ogreement, Gwendolyn hod lost trock of the countless instonces where Moverick knelt on his own occord or wos mode to kneel, ond the wounds he sustoined

mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to hove truly been tomed by