The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

Gwendolyn remained silent as she observed him.

Channing let out a sigh, his expression filled with a mixture of sorrow and helplessness.

Even though he was the boss of the black market, he still had to abide by his wife’s strict rules after becoming a parent. He confessed, “To be honest, Mrs. Jenson, my wife is incredibly strict and fierce. Ever since we had a child, she has forbidden me from drinking or smoking. I’d be in big trouble if she ever found out. But given the nature of my work, it’s inevitable that I indulge in these vices while entertaining guests. So I can only do it in secret, always having to take a bath outside before returning home to rid myself of any lingering odors.”

He laughed awkwardly, though a glimmer of appreciation gleamed in his eyes.

Despite his complaints, it was evident that he felt blessed to have a wife who cared for his well-being.

Gwendolyn couldn’t help but be reminded of Cedrick, whom she had also forbidden from smoking and consuming alcohol to safeguard their baby’s health.

She couldn’t help but wonder if Cedrick had been drinking alcohol and smoking behind her back.

However, she quickly dismissed the thought with a smile, knowing that Cedrick would never dare defy her.

Compared to Channing, he was much more honest and deeply committed to their family.

Gwendolyn pushed aside her musings and responded with a warm smile, “Yes, I understand the challenges of balancing work and family, Mr. Kron. One can never be too careful when there’s a baby at home.”

Channing wasn’t certain if Gwendolyn had fully bought into his story, but he proceeded to show her photos of his child on his phone. “Mrs. Jenson, I truly didn’t mean any harm to your child by resorting to such extreme measures. I only did it out of desperation. Please believe me.”

Gwendolyn accepted his phone and began scrolling through the gallery, seeing pictures of Channing’s family as well as intimate moments between him and his child.

She proceeded to tap on the top right corner of the screen to view the photo details and confirmed that they were recent and unaltered.

“All right, I believe you, Mr. Kron.”

Just as Gwendolyn finished speaking, the dogs outside the villa began barking furiously.

Surprised, she asked, “Do you have dogs?”

Channing was equally taken aback. “No, this is a private villa located in the woods. My wife and I only visit occasionally during the summer or vacations. We don’t even have a caretaker, let alone dogs here.”

on Gwendolyn, causing her face to pale. “Oh no, it

face mirrored her worry. “Mr. Jenson? His dog sounds aggressive. I

from her seat and made her way to

across the garden and saw Cedrick,

appeared clean and well-groomed in

to Channing for assistance. “They were too fast, Mr. Kron. We didn’t stand a chance. They took us down in just a

Channing sneered, leaving his bodyguards at a

at his bodyguards and stated, “It’s an honor to have Mr. Jenson visit us. Open

open, Gwendolyn swiftly approached Cedrick, calling out,

scanned her to make

wanted to collaborate with the military to uncover the mastermind behind the milk powder

silent, clearly displeased with her putting herself at

the situation to Mrs. Jenson. Would you like

tightly, seeking comfort and security in her

a word, he walked into the villa with Gwendolyn in

instinctively chose a seat on the side, leaving the main

a cup of tea before discreetly escorting the remaining

they were alone, Cedrick lifted his cup of tea and took a sip, sampling the tea

might not be as exceptional since the housekeepers aren’t here to prepare

expression unreadable, leaving Channing unsure of his thoughts and emotions. He couldn’t

effort to lighten the mood, Channing reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a box of fine cigars. “Would you care for one, Mr. Jenson?” he asked,

his head without any hesitation whatsoever. “My wife forbids

turned to Gwendolyn, a knowing smile on his face. “Ah, so you’re just as the rumors describe, a devoted

frown deepened as he maintained

quickly clarified, “Please don’t misunderstand, Mr. Jenson. I am not mocking you in any way.” He lightly patted his chest and spoke with affection in his voice. “I, too, am a devoted

sensed the sincerity in Channing’s words during their brief exchange, realizing he wasn’t

Channing’s demeanor quite endearing, appreciating the rare occurrence of encountering such a carefree attitude, especially from someone in Channing’s position in

that you’re interested in a collaboration. How do you propose

had discussed with

suspects, Mr. Jenson. Given my understanding of the workings of the underworld, I can utilize my connections and