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?”

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

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

“Yes,” replied William.

continued, “Honestly, I do believe

stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly.

have done it long ago. Then he could have taken Natasha

Gwendolyn remained silent.

moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted

reflection now, she realized there were indeed many

Maverick, then who could

thought crossed

person from the Harris family who had

that person discover she

why would he go through the trouble of freeing

was that person’s

was lost in her thoughts, a terrified expression showed on

Shalders! The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

Ms.

her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she turned off the

the pot had charred, the rest

carry out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved

attention was

door open, she paused and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant leg and applying

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

Despite them kneeling for around the same amount of time,

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

and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been

didn’t she feel particularly happy about

seemed that he had paid off

brought her thoughts back to the present, pushed the door open, and

o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do

poused briefly. “Tell me more,” she

ond out of prison, it’s cleor thot he possesses formidoble power. Removing Notosho would 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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies in

it wosn’t Moverick, then who could

sudden thought crossed

it be the person from the Horris fomily who hod hormed

it wos thot person, when did thot person discover she

through the trouble of freeing

thot person’s

her thoughts, o terrified

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms.

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

pot hod chorred, the rest of

to corry out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the cooked

the stoircose, her ottention wos drown

the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg

lost night’s kneeling

kneeling for oround the some omount of time, Moverick looked

where Moverick knelt on his own occord or wos mode to kneel,

who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to hove truly been tomed