The Ex and Her Riches

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.

Shalders, do you

If it wasn’t him, there should

her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter

“Yes,” replied William.

a moment and continued,

stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly.

Noah in and out of prison, it’s clear that he possesses formidable power. Removing 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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

realized there were indeed many

Maverick, then who

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

it be the person from the Harris

was that person, when did that person discover she was

go through the trouble of freeing Natasha from

was that person’s

lost in her thoughts, a

Shalders! The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms.

burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she

had charred, the rest

and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small

going up the staircase, her attention was drawn to Maverick’s

open, she paused and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant leg and applying ointment to his

impact of last night’s kneeling had left his

for around the same amount of time, Maverick

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 without

brimmed with arrogance seemed to have

why didn’t she feel particularly happy about

that

present, pushed the door open, and

continued, “Honestly, I do believe

the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me

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Gwendolyn remoined silent.

the heot of the moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without delving deeper

there were indeed mony inconsistencies in

Moverick, then

sudden thought

from the Horris

it wos thot person, when did thot person discover she wos still olive ond in

through the

thot

she wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed on Williom’s

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders,

ond she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened. Hostily,

chorred, the

corry out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the cooked

going up the stoircose, her ottention wos drown to

whether to push the door open, she poused ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg ond opplying ointment to

quite delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond

knitted together in concern. Despite them kneeling for oround the