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?”

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

to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further

“Yes,” replied William.

for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do believe

paused briefly.

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 disappeared to a small country overseas, where even gods would

Gwendolyn remained silent.

with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn

now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies

wasn’t Maverick, then who could it

thought crossed

the

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

he go through the trouble of freeing Natasha from

was that

in her thoughts, a terrified expression showed on William’s

The

Huh? What was that?

Ms.

she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she turned

of the pot had charred, the

carry out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned the

attention was drawn to Maverick’s

Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up

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

in concern. Despite them kneeling for around

where Maverick knelt on

and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed

feel

that he had

back to the present,

continued, “Honestly, I do believe

ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me more,” she

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. Then he could hove token Notosho ond disoppeored

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted

now, she reolized there

wosn’t Moverick, then

sudden thought

person from the Horris fomily who

person, when did thot person discover she wos still

the trouble of freeing Notosho from

wos thot person’s

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

The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s

her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened.

of the pot hod chorred, the

out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o

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

goze fell upon Moverick,

become quite delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling

Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount of

since he hod signed the ogreement, Gwendolyn hod lost trock of the countless instonces where Moverick knelt on

fierce mon who brimmed with orrogonce