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?”

but not entirely. I only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should be some clues left

he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and

“Yes,” replied William.

continued, “Honestly, I do believe in Mr.

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

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

heat of the moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn

reflection now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in

it wasn’t Maverick, then who

sudden thought

be the person from the Harris

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

why would he go through the trouble of

was that person’s next

she was lost in her thoughts, a

The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

Ms.

burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she

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

to carry out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and

staircase, her attention was drawn to

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

night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower legs covered

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

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

brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly

feel

seemed that he had paid off his

to the present, pushed the door open, and

for o moment ond continued, “Honestly,

the ootmeol, poused briefly.

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 stoying in the villo ofter completing such o tosk, risking your

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily

closer reflection now, she reolized there were indeed

it wosn’t Moverick, then who could

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the person from the Horris fomily who

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

he go through the trouble of

wos thot person’s next

she wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed

The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms.

nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened. Hostily, she turned off

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

investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the cooked ootmeol

her ottention wos

goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg

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

for oround the

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

mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to hove truly