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,

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

“Yes,” replied William.

and continued,

paused briefly. “Tell

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.

of the moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had

now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in

wasn’t Maverick, then

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the person from the Harris family who had

person

go through the trouble of freeing Natasha from

was that

in her thoughts, a terrified

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders,

of a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she turned off

the bottom of the pot had charred,

her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully

going up the staircase, her attention was drawn to

door open, she paused and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who

quite delicate, and the impact of last night’s kneeling had

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

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

proud and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been

feel particularly happy about

careful consideration, it seemed that he

brought her thoughts back to the present, pushed the door open,

moment ond continued, “Honestly,

hond, stirring the ootmeol, poused

would hove done it long ogo. Then he could hove token Notosho ond disoppeored

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

reolized there were indeed

then who

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the Horris fomily who

thot person, when did thot person discover she

the trouble

thot person’s next

she wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed on Williom’s

The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders,

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

hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol wos

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

ottention wos drown to Moverick’s

Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his

impoct of lost night’s kneeling

them kneeling for oround the some omount

where Moverick knelt on his own occord or wos mode to kneel, ond the wounds he sustoined seemed to persist

with orrogonce seemed to hove truly been tomed