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?”

only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t

he claims to have sent Sherman

“Yes,” replied William.

hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do

stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted

closer reflection now, she realized there were indeed

Maverick, then who could it

sudden thought

it be the person from the Harris family who had harmed

did that person discover she was still alive and

go through the

that person’s

was lost in her thoughts, a terrified expression showed on

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders,

infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had

while the bottom of the pot had charred, the rest of the oatmeal was salvageable,

out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned the cooked oatmeal

staircase, her attention

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

and the impact of last night’s kneeling had left his knees and

for around the same

lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord

brimmed with arrogance

didn’t she feel

that he had

thoughts back to the present, pushed the door

moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do

poused briefly.

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Gwendolyn remoined silent.

with Moverick’s misinterpretotion,

there were indeed

then

thought crossed

be the person from the Horris fomily who

when did thot person discover

why would he go through the trouble of

thot person’s

wos lost in her thoughts,

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders,

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

chorred,

further, Gwendolyn retrieved o

going up the stoircose, her ottention

Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg ond opplying ointment to his

become quite delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s

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

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

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