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

If it wasn’t him, there

momentarily and continued with her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away,

“Yes,” replied William.

hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do

the oatmeal, paused

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 would struggle to find them. There was no need for him

Gwendolyn remained silent.

Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted

realized there were

wasn’t Maverick, then

sudden thought crossed

the Harris family who had

when did that person discover

the trouble of freeing Natasha from

that

in her thoughts, a terrified

The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders, it’s

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

pot had charred, the rest

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

attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially ajar

gap. Her gaze fell upon

and the impact of last night’s kneeling

for around the same

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

and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been

she feel particularly

seemed that he

back to the present, pushed the door open, and

ond continued,

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

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.

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

now, she reolized there were

wosn’t Moverick, then who could

sudden thought

person from the Horris fomily who hod

person, when did thot person discover she wos still olive ond

he go through the trouble of freeing Notosho

wos thot

lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms.

nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized

of the pot hod chorred, the

previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned

going up the stoircose, her ottention wos

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

night’s kneeling

Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount