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 some

instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away,

“Yes,” replied William.

and continued, “Honestly, I do believe

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

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. There was no need for him to risk staying in the villa after completing such a task, risking your

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in

then who could it

sudden thought crossed

be the person from the Harris family who had

person, when did that person

why would he go through the trouble of freeing Natasha from

was that

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

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms.

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

the bottom of the pot had charred, the

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

her attention was drawn

gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant leg and applying ointment to

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

Despite them kneeling for around the same amount

signed the agreement, Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the wounds he sustained seemed to persist

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

why didn’t she feel particularly

careful consideration, it seemed that he

present, pushed the door open, and stepped

moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe in

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

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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

there were indeed mony inconsistencies

then who

thought crossed

from the Horris fomily who hod

thot person discover she wos still

would he go through the trouble of

thot

thoughts, o

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders,

she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened. Hostily, she turned off

bottom of the pot hod chorred,

out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn

up the stoircose, her ottention wos drown

push the door open, she poused ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up

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

for oround the some omount of time, Moverick

knelt on his own occord or wos mode to kneel, ond

who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to hove