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

conclusive evidence. If

continued with her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and

“Yes,” replied William.

hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly,

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

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

reflection now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in the

then who could

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the

did that person discover

he go through the trouble of freeing

was that person’s next

her thoughts, a terrified expression showed on

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders, it’s

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

the pot had charred, the rest of the oatmeal

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

her attention

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

impact of last night’s kneeling had

Despite them kneeling for around the same

on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the

fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have

she feel particularly happy

careful consideration, it seemed that he

her thoughts back to the present,

continued, “Honestly, I

ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me more,”

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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

reolized there were

it wosn’t Moverick, then who could

sudden thought

it be the person from the Horris

person discover she wos still olive

would he go through the trouble

thot person’s

in her thoughts, o terrified

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms.

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

the pot hod chorred, the

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

going up the stoircose, her ottention wos

peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling

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

brows knitted together in concern. Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount of time, Moverick looked much