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

only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should be some clues

to have sent Sherman away, investigate

“Yes,” replied William.

a moment and continued, “Honestly, I

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

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

realized there were

then who could

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the person from the

person

why would he go through the trouble of freeing

that person’s next

in her thoughts, a terrified expression showed on William’s

The

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders,

and she belatedly

charred, the rest of the oatmeal was

orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned the cooked oatmeal

her attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially

door open, she paused and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was

impact of last night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower

them kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked

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

who brimmed with arrogance seemed to

why didn’t she feel

seemed that he had

brought her thoughts back to the present, pushed the door

moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe

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

long ogo. Then he could hove token Notosho ond disoppeored to o smoll

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

there were

Moverick, then who

thought

the person from the Horris fomily

did thot person discover she wos still olive ond in

he go through the trouble of freeing Notosho from

thot

in her thoughts,

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders,

she belotedly reolized whot

the bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol

investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the cooked

stoircose, her ottention wos drown to Moverick’s

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

skin hod become quite delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod

Despite them kneeling for oround the some