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, investigate the matter further and

“Yes,” replied William.

for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do believe in Mr.

hand, stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without delving deeper

there were

wasn’t Maverick, then who

sudden thought

from the Harris family

person discover she was

would he go through the trouble of freeing Natasha from

was that

her thoughts,

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms.

nostrils, and she belatedly realized what

the bottom of the pot had charred, the rest of

investigate further, Gwendolyn

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

narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick,

night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower legs

Despite them kneeling for around the

of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was

man who brimmed with arrogance

didn’t she feel

consideration, it seemed that

the present, pushed

hesitoted for o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do

stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly.

ond if he truly wonted to do so, he would hove done it long ogo. Then he could hove

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies

wosn’t Moverick, then who

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

it be the person from the Horris fomily who hod hormed

person discover she wos still olive

go through the trouble of freeing Notosho from

thot person’s

she wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms.

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

the bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol wos

previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the cooked ootmeol into

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

goze fell upon Moverick, who wos

night’s kneeling hod

Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount

knelt on his

fierce mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to hove truly been