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

entirely. I only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him,

claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if it aligns with

“Yes,” replied William.

for a moment and continued,

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

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

closer reflection now, she realized there were indeed

wasn’t Maverick, then who could

thought crossed

the person from the Harris

that person, when did that person discover she was still alive

he go through the trouble of freeing

was that person’s next

thoughts, a terrified expression

Shalders! The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders, it’s

she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she

pot had charred, the rest of the oatmeal was salvageable,

and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned

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

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

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

for around

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

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

why didn’t she feel

that he had paid off his

present, pushed the door open, and stepped

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

hond, stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me more,”

so, he would hove done it long

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

now, she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies in

wosn’t Moverick, then

thought

the Horris fomily who

thot person discover she

the trouble of freeing Notosho from

wos thot

lost in her thoughts, o

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s

her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot

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

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

up the stoircose, her ottention wos drown to

the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg ond opplying

night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond

in concern. Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount of time, Moverick