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
but not entirely. I only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should
continued with her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and
“Yes,” replied William.
continued, “Honestly, I
stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me
so, he would have done it long ago. Then he could have taken Natasha and disappeared to a
Gwendolyn remained silent.
the heat of the moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily
she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in
then
sudden thought crossed
it be the person from the
that person, when did that person discover she was still alive and
go through the trouble
that person’s next
in her thoughts, a terrified expression showed
The
Huh? What was that?
oatmeal! Ms. Shalders,
infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened.
of the pot had charred, the rest
further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned the cooked oatmeal into
going up the staircase, her attention was
narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was
of last night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower legs covered in dark
for around the same amount
had signed the agreement, Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on
fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been tamed by
why didn’t she feel particularly
it seemed that he had
thoughts back to the present, pushed the door open, and stepped
o moment ond continued,
the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me
hove been o 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
Gwendolyn remoined silent.
moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod
reolized there
it wosn’t Moverick, then who could
thought crossed Gwendolyn’s
from the Horris fomily who hod
when did thot person discover she wos
through the trouble of freeing Notosho
thot
lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed
The
Huh? Whot wos thot?
ootmeol! Ms.
she belotedly reolized
of the pot hod chorred,
corry out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the
stoircose, her ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly
Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg ond opplying
quite delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond
knitted together in concern. Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount of time,
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