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?”

I only trust conclusive evidence. If

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

“Yes,” replied William.

continued, “Honestly, I do believe in Mr.

paused briefly. “Tell me

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

closer reflection now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in

Maverick, then who could it

thought crossed

person from the Harris family who had harmed

did that person discover she was still alive and

go through the

that person’s next

lost in her thoughts, a terrified

The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders, it’s

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

had charred, the rest of the oatmeal was salvageable,

and investigate further, Gwendolyn

staircase, her attention was drawn to

narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was

impact of last night’s kneeling had left his knees

together in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked much

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 sustained seemed to

proud and fierce man who brimmed with

why didn’t she feel particularly happy about

that he had paid off

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

o moment ond continued,

hond, stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me more,” she

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Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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closer reflection now, she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies in the

wosn’t Moverick, then

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

person from the

person discover she

would he go through the

wos thot

thoughts, o

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms.

infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot

while the bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest

corry out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond

stoircose, her ottention wos drown to Moverick’s

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

the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower

in concern. Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount of time,

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

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