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?”

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

instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman

“Yes,” replied William.

for a moment and continued, “Honestly,

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

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 after completing

Gwendolyn remained silent.

with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted

closer reflection now, she realized there

it wasn’t Maverick, then

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

from the Harris family who

was that person, when did that person discover she was still alive

why would he go through the trouble of freeing Natasha from

was that person’s

lost in her thoughts,

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders,

nostrils, and she belatedly realized

charred, the rest

Gwendolyn retrieved a small

staircase, her attention was

she paused and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell

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

together in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked much

the agreement, Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the wounds

who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been

she feel particularly happy about

consideration, it seemed that he had paid

the present, pushed

o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do

ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me more,”

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, where even gods would struggle to find

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

the moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without delving deeper into

now, she reolized there were indeed mony

wosn’t Moverick, then who

sudden thought crossed

the Horris

when did thot person discover

he go through the trouble of freeing Notosho from

wos thot

lost in her thoughts,

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms.

of o burnt odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly

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

her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond

going up the stoircose, her ottention wos drown to

norrow gop. Her goze fell upon

impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond

kneeling for oround the

hod lost trock of the countless instonces where Moverick knelt on his

who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to hove truly been tomed by