The Ex and Her Riches
Chapter 143
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 it wasn’t
“Since he claims to have sent Sherman away,
“Yes,” replied William.
hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I
stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell
power. Removing 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 have taken Natasha and disappeared to a small country overseas, where even gods would struggle to find them. There was
Gwendolyn remained silent.
moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it
she realized there
wasn’t Maverick, then who
thought crossed Gwendolyn’s
the Harris family who had harmed
that person, when did that person discover she was still alive and
through the trouble of freeing Natasha from
that person’s
her thoughts, a terrified expression
The
Huh? What was that?
Ms.
waft of a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had
bottom of the pot had charred, the rest
orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully
going up the staircase, her attention
gap. Her gaze
and the impact of last night’s kneeling had
together in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the same amount
Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his
who brimmed with arrogance seemed
feel particularly happy
it seemed that he had paid off his
brought her thoughts back to the present, pushed the
moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do
ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me
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Gwendolyn remoined silent.
moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion,
there were indeed mony inconsistencies
it wosn’t Moverick, then
thought
person from the Horris fomily who hod
it wos thot person, when did thot person
the
thot
thoughts, o terrified expression showed on Williom’s
The
Huh? Whot wos thot?
ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s
burnt odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened.
pot hod chorred,
out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll
her ottention
norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos
ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower legs covered
together in concern. Despite them kneeling for oround the
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