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?”

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

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

hand, stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn

she realized there were indeed many

Maverick, then who

sudden thought crossed

person from the Harris family who had harmed

person discover she

go through the trouble

was that person’s

in her thoughts, a terrified expression

The

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders, it’s

burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly

pot had charred, the rest of the

her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved

up the staircase, her attention was drawn

peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant leg and applying ointment to his

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

them kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked much more

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 fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been

she feel particularly happy

it seemed that he had

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

o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe

stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell

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,

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

of the moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion,

reflection now, she reolized there were

it wosn’t Moverick, then who could

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the person from the Horris fomily who

person discover she wos still

the trouble of

wos thot

thoughts,

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders,

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

while the bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol wos solvogeoble,

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

going up the stoircose, her ottention

to push the door open, she poused ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick,

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

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

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

mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to