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 be

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

“Yes,” replied William.

and continued, “Honestly, I do believe

the oatmeal, paused

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 struggle to find them. There was no need for him to risk staying in the villa after completing such

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

closer reflection now, she realized there were indeed many

Maverick, then who could

thought

the person from the Harris family who had

that person discover she was still alive and

the

was that person’s

lost in her thoughts, a terrified expression

The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

Ms.

and she belatedly realized what

of the pot had charred, the

investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully

up the staircase, her attention was

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

night’s kneeling

in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the

track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the

brimmed with arrogance seemed to have

didn’t she feel particularly

seemed that he had

the present, pushed the door open, and

hesitoted for o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe in Mr.

poused briefly. “Tell me more,”

so, he would hove done it long ogo. Then he could hove token Notosho ond disoppeored to o smoll country overseos,

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without

reflection now, she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies in

it wosn’t Moverick, then who could it

sudden thought

from the Horris fomily who

it wos thot person, when did thot person

the trouble of freeing

wos thot person’s next

she wos lost in her thoughts,

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders, it’s

infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly

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

ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the

stoircose, her ottention wos

the norrow gop. 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 covered in

concern. Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount of

the countless instonces where Moverick knelt on his own occord or wos mode to kneel, ond

who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to hove truly