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 believe Mr.

not entirely. I only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t

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

“Yes,” replied William.

a moment and continued, “Honestly, I

hand, stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me

he would have done it long ago. Then he could have taken Natasha and disappeared

Gwendolyn remained silent.

yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted

now, she realized there

wasn’t Maverick, then

thought crossed

the person from the

person, when did that person discover she

would he go through the

was that person’s

her thoughts,

The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders, it’s

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

while the bottom of the pot had charred, the

further, Gwendolyn

attention was

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

delicate, and the impact of last night’s kneeling had left his

them kneeling for around the same

signed the agreement, Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord

once proud and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have

why didn’t she feel particularly happy about

careful consideration, it seemed that

thoughts back to the present, pushed the door open, and stepped

hesitoted for o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do

ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me

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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

reflection now, she reolized there were indeed

then who could it

sudden thought

the person from the Horris fomily

person discover she wos still

through the trouble of

thot

wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified

The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s

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

hod chorred, the rest of the

ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the

ottention wos

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

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

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