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

instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if it aligns

“Yes,” replied William.

hesitated for a moment and continued,

the oatmeal, paused

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 need for him to risk staying in the villa

Gwendolyn remained silent.

Maverick’s misinterpretation,

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

Maverick, then

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

from the Harris family who had harmed

person discover she

why would he go through the trouble of freeing

that

in her thoughts, a terrified expression

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders,

she belatedly realized what had

bottom of the pot had charred,

previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a

staircase, her attention was

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

night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower legs covered in

brows knitted together in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the

he 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 the

man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been tamed

she feel

that he had paid off

thoughts back to the present, pushed the door open,

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

stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell

of prison, it’s cleor 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.

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

she reolized there were indeed mony

Moverick, then who

thought

the

it wos thot person, when did thot person

go through the trouble of freeing Notosho

wos thot

her thoughts, o terrified expression showed

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms.

her nostrils, ond she

hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol

her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o

the stoircose, her ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly ojor

open, she poused ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze

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

for oround the some

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

who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to hove truly been tomed by