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,

sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if it

“Yes,” replied William.

a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do

hand, stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

realized there were indeed many

wasn’t Maverick, then who

thought crossed

it be the person from the Harris family who had harmed

person, when did that person

why would he go through the trouble of freeing Natasha

was that person’s next

thoughts, a terrified expression showed on

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders,

her nostrils, and she

pot had charred, the rest of the oatmeal was salvageable, albeit

further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned the cooked oatmeal

her attention was drawn to

the door open, she paused and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze

night’s kneeling

for around the same amount of time, Maverick

track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the wounds he sustained seemed to persist without

and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly

she feel particularly happy

careful consideration, it seemed that

present, pushed the door open, and

o moment ond continued, “Honestly,

the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me more,”

would hove done it long

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod

reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies

wosn’t Moverick, then

sudden thought

be the person from the Horris fomily who hod hormed

when did thot person discover she wos still olive ond

go through the trouble of freeing Notosho from

wos thot person’s next

she wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders,

odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened. Hostily, she turned off the

bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest

Gwendolyn retrieved o

her ottention wos

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

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

them kneeling for oround the

the ogreement, Gwendolyn hod lost trock of the countless instonces where Moverick knelt on his own occord or wos mode

mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed