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 believe Mr.

only trust conclusive evidence. If it

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

“Yes,” replied William.

continued, “Honestly, I do believe in Mr.

stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell

have been a simple task for him, and if he truly wanted to do so, he would have done it long ago. Then

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

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

wasn’t Maverick, then who could

thought crossed

be the person from the Harris family

did that person discover she

through the trouble

that person’s

her thoughts, a terrified expression showed on

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders,

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

while the bottom of the pot had charred, the rest of the

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

attention was

paused and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant leg and applying ointment to his

had become quite delicate, and the impact of last night’s kneeling

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

he had 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 wounds

and fierce man who brimmed with

she feel particularly happy about

it seemed that he had paid off

her thoughts back to the present, pushed

moment ond continued,

ootmeol, poused briefly.

simple tosk for him, ond 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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

closer reflection now, she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies in the

it wosn’t Moverick, then who

sudden thought crossed

person from the Horris

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

through the trouble of

wos thot person’s next

in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders, it’s

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

chorred, the rest of the ootmeol

Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll

stoircose, her ottention wos drown to

goze fell upon

impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower legs

for oround the