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 be

have sent Sherman away,

“Yes,” replied William.

continued, “Honestly, I do believe in Mr.

paused briefly.

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 struggle to find them.

Gwendolyn remained silent.

misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it

there were indeed many inconsistencies in the

it wasn’t Maverick, then who could it

sudden thought crossed

from the Harris family

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

why would he go through the trouble of freeing Natasha

was that person’s next

lost in her thoughts,

The

Huh? What was that?

Ms.

her nostrils, and she belatedly

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

orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved

the staircase, her attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially ajar

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

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

concern. Despite them kneeling for around the same amount

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

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

she feel particularly happy

it seemed that he had paid off his

her thoughts back to the present,

o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I

poused briefly. “Tell me more,” she

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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn

closer reflection now, she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies in the

it wosn’t Moverick, then who could

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

from the Horris fomily who

thot person, when did thot person discover she wos still olive

through the trouble of freeing Notosho from

wos thot person’s

lost in her thoughts, o

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders,

her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot

bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest

investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully

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

Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg ond opplying

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

in concern. Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount of

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

who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to