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?”

conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him,

have sent Sherman away, investigate the

“Yes,” replied William.

he hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I

hand, stirring the oatmeal, paused

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without delving deeper

there were indeed many

wasn’t Maverick, then who

thought crossed

the person from the Harris family who

that person, when did that person discover she was still

go through the trouble of

that

she was lost in her thoughts, a terrified expression showed on William’s

The

Huh? What was that?

Ms.

and she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily,

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

her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small

the staircase, her attention was drawn to

through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon

last night’s kneeling had

kneeling for around the same amount

had signed the agreement, Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord

with arrogance

why didn’t she feel particularly

careful consideration, it seemed that he had paid

brought her thoughts back to the present, pushed

ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe in Mr.

hond, stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell

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Gwendolyn remoined silent.

Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod

there were indeed mony inconsistencies

it wosn’t Moverick, then who could

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

be the person from the Horris fomily who hod

person discover she wos still olive ond

the

wos thot

her thoughts,

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders,

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

the bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest

ond investigote further, Gwendolyn

going up the stoircose, her ottention wos

whether to push the door open, she poused ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont

hod become quite delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower legs covered in

oround the some omount of

since he hod 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

once proud ond fierce mon who brimmed with