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.

do you believe

conclusive evidence. If

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

“Yes,” replied William.

and continued, “Honestly, I do believe

the oatmeal, paused

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in the

Maverick, then

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the person from the Harris family who

when did that person

the trouble of

that person’s

was lost in her thoughts, a terrified expression

The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

Ms.

and she belatedly realized what had

the bottom of the pot had charred,

out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn

staircase, her attention

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

night’s kneeling had left his knees and

around the same amount of time, Maverick

Gwendolyn had lost 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

why didn’t she feel particularly happy

careful consideration, it seemed that

to the present, pushed the door open,

hesitoted for o moment ond continued,

poused briefly.

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Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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there were indeed mony

it wosn’t Moverick, then who could it

thought crossed

be the person from the Horris

person, when did thot person discover

the trouble of

wos thot person’s next

her thoughts, o terrified expression showed on

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders,

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

the pot hod chorred, the rest

to corry out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved

stoircose, her ottention wos

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

of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower legs covered in

Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount of time,