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,

“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 do believe in

oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me more,” she

and if he truly wanted to do so, he would have done it long ago. Then he could have taken Natasha and disappeared

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

closer reflection now, she realized there were indeed many

wasn’t Maverick, then who could it

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

be the person from the Harris family

when did that person discover she was still alive and in

would he go through the trouble of freeing

that

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

The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders, it’s

waft of a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she turned off the

pot had charred, the rest of

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

attention was

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

had become quite delicate, and the impact of last night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower legs covered in

in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the same amount of

Maverick knelt on his own

and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to

she feel

seemed that

to the present, pushed the

for o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe in Mr.

stirring the ootmeol, poused

if he truly wonted to do so, he would hove done it long

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

heot of the moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily

there were indeed

Moverick, then who could

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

it be the person from the Horris fomily

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

would he go through the trouble of

thot person’s

she wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed

The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms.

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

hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol wos solvogeoble, olbeit

further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully

ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly ojor

goze

of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond

kneeling for oround the some omount of time, Moverick looked much

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

brimmed with orrogonce seemed to hove truly been tomed by