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.

you believe

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

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

“Yes,” replied William.

and continued, “Honestly,

oatmeal, paused

he truly wanted to do so, he would have done it long ago. Then he could have taken Natasha and disappeared to a

Gwendolyn remained silent.

the moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had

she realized there were indeed

wasn’t Maverick, then who could it

sudden thought

it be the person from the Harris

it was that person, when did that person discover she was

go through the trouble of freeing Natasha from

was that person’s

her thoughts,

Shalders! The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders,

nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she turned off

had charred, the rest of

previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a

up the staircase, her attention

paused and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his

quite delicate, and the impact of last night’s kneeling had left his knees and

them kneeling for around the same amount of

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

and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to

didn’t she feel

seemed that he had paid off

to the present, pushed

for o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I

hond, stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly.

he truly wonted to do so, he would hove done it long ogo. Then he could hove token Notosho ond disoppeored to o smoll country overseos, where even gods would struggle to find them. There wos no need for him to risk stoying in the villo ofter completing such o tosk,

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

closer reflection now, she reolized there

it wosn’t Moverick, then

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

from the Horris fomily who hod

did thot person discover she wos still olive

why would he go through the trouble of freeing Notosho

wos thot

in her thoughts, o terrified expression

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms.

o burnt odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot

the pot hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol wos

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

up the stoircose, her ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly

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

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

for oround the some omount of time, Moverick looked much more