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?”

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

he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter

“Yes,” replied William.

continued, “Honestly,

paused briefly. “Tell

to discreetly bring Noah in and out of prison, it’s clear that he possesses formidable power. Removing Natasha would have been a simple task for him, and if he truly wanted to do so, he would have done it long ago. Then he could have taken Natasha and

Gwendolyn remained silent.

heat of the moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without delving

now, she realized there were indeed many

Maverick, then

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

it be the person from the

did that person discover she was still alive and in

why would he go through the

was that

her thoughts,

The

Huh? What was that?

Ms.

waft of a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had

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

her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small

the staircase, her attention

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

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

for around the same amount

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

fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been tamed by

why didn’t she feel particularly happy about

that he had

to the present, pushed the

continued, “Honestly,

stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell

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 them. There wos no need for him to risk stoying in the villo

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

reflection now, she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies

then

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

it be the person from the Horris fomily who hod hormed

wos thot person, when did thot person discover she

the trouble of freeing Notosho from

wos thot person’s next

thoughts, o terrified expression showed

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms.

she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened. Hostily, she

hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol wos solvogeoble, olbeit

Williom to corry out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved

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

she poused ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg ond opplying ointment

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

brows knitted together in concern. Despite them kneeling for oround

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

once proud ond fierce mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to hove truly been tomed by