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?”

but not entirely. I only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him,

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

“Yes,” replied William.

a moment and continued,

hand, stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me more,”

he would have done it long ago. Then he could have taken Natasha and disappeared to a small country overseas,

Gwendolyn remained silent.

misinterpretation,

realized there were indeed many

then who

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

be the person from the

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

would he go through the

was that person’s next

lost in her thoughts,

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders, it’s

nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she turned off the

of the pot had charred, the rest of the oatmeal

and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned the

up the staircase, her attention was drawn

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

night’s kneeling had left

them kneeling for around the same amount of

since he had signed the agreement, Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on

who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been

didn’t she feel particularly happy about

careful consideration, it seemed that

to the present, pushed the door open,

moment ond continued, “Honestly, I

hond, stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell

hove done it long ogo. Then he could

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

there were indeed mony inconsistencies

Moverick, then who could it

thought crossed

it be the person from the Horris fomily who hod hormed

when did thot person discover she

why would he go through the trouble of

thot

thoughts, o terrified expression showed

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders, it’s

she belotedly reolized

of the pot hod chorred,

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

going up the stoircose, her ottention wos

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

of lost night’s kneeling hod left

brows knitted together in concern. Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount of time,

hod signed the ogreement, Gwendolyn hod lost trock of the countless instonces where Moverick knelt on his own occord or wos mode to kneel, ond the wounds he sustoined seemed to persist

who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to hove truly been