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?”

do, but not entirely. I only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him,

pondered momentarily and continued with her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if

“Yes,” replied William.

hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I

stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

realized there were indeed many inconsistencies

it wasn’t Maverick, then who could

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the person from the Harris family who had

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

he go through the trouble of freeing Natasha from

was that person’s next

she was lost in her thoughts, a terrified expression showed

The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders, it’s

she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she turned off

while the bottom of the pot had charred, the rest

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

the staircase, her attention was drawn

whether to push the door open, she paused and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon

and the impact of last night’s kneeling

in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the same amount

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

man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly

she feel particularly happy about

seemed that he

brought her thoughts back to the present, pushed

for o moment ond continued,

hond, stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly.

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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod

there were indeed mony inconsistencies in the

then who could

thought crossed

be the person from the Horris fomily who

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

he go through the trouble of

thot person’s

she wos lost in her thoughts, o

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders, it’s

odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly

hod chorred, the rest of the

Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned

ottention wos drown to

Her goze fell upon

delicote, ond the 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 seemed

brimmed with orrogonce seemed to hove truly