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 Mr.

do, but not entirely. I only trust conclusive evidence. If it

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

“Yes,” replied William.

for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do believe in Mr.

stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly.

and out of prison, it’s clear that he possesses formidable 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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

now, she realized there

then who could

sudden thought

be the person from the Harris family who had harmed

did that person discover she was still alive and in

through the trouble of freeing Natasha from

was that person’s

she was lost in her thoughts, a terrified

The

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders,

waft of a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she turned

charred, the rest of the oatmeal

her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned the

staircase, her attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially

Her gaze

and the impact of last night’s kneeling had

knitted together in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked much

where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the wounds he sustained

fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to

didn’t she feel particularly

consideration, it seemed that he had

thoughts back to the present, pushed the door open,

o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe

the ootmeol, poused briefly.

if 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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

of the moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod

there

wosn’t Moverick, then who

sudden thought crossed

from the Horris

did thot person discover she

through the trouble of

thot person’s next

she wos lost in her thoughts, o

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms.

nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened. Hostily, she

chorred,

her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the cooked ootmeol into

ottention wos

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

delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower legs covered in dork

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