The Ex and Her Riches

Chapter 121 Speak Like A Person

So, if Treyton laid his hand on me, then I deserved it?

Is Treyton really that important to her?

Maverick was very annoyed.

If he could, he would love to throw Treyton in a sack and into the sea to feed the sharks.

Gwendolyn could sense the sudden resentment emanating from the person lying in bed with his back turned. The corner of her mouth curved into a slight smile.

However, she couldn’t ignore the glaring wound on his back.

“Quinton, apply some ointment on him.”

Quinton had a baffled expression on his face. “Huh? Me?”

Gwendolyn glanced at him and said, “Do you expect me to do it myself?”

“All right…”

Quinton looked unhappy.

This unscrupulous person just tried to harm Treyton. Can I poison him?

Although he was very unwilling in his heart, he had no choice but to reluctantly fetch the first-aid kit since Gwendolyn was watching him closely.

Having made the arrangements, Gwendolyn turned to leave, but her wrist was unexpectedly gripped by a pair of broad, strong hands from behind.

“Gwendolyn, chat with me for a while…”

Maverick had shifted his position and was now lying with his head down. His voice sounded muffled under the blanket, and his long, quivering eyelashes, together with his pale complexion, gave him a rather frail appearance.

Gwendolyn gave him a cold glance. “My time is precious. I don’t have time to accompany you to chat. Let

go.”

She deliberately emphasized the word “accompany” to subtly remind him of his current status.

Maverick didn’t move, nor did he let go.

“Gwendolyn. I spent six hours alone this afternoon, and it was excruciating. Lying on the cold marble tiles in the living room made my entire body stiff. I’ve already accepted my punishment. Can’t we just chat for a little while?”

His voice was soft, like a feather gently brushing past, or more like a wounded little creature seeking solace.

Lying on the living room floor alone for six hours?

Gwendolyn furrowed her brows. Her gaze shifted toward Ryan who was standing nearby.

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lowered his head in fear. “I… I thought Mr. Wright had fainted while

he tried to

the blame would be placed on him, Ryan quickly shut his mouth, backed out of the room, and closed the

door closed, the

wrapped in a blanket, and asked, “What

asked, “Have you been doing

be weak and pitiful just to bring up

matters.

someone annoying me, and Mr. Harris has been

family has very high standards for their descendants’

me? Haha,

replied, “That’s my business, and you don’t have the right

her face, and a

had no intention of letting the Harris family know about

in this world who could support and provide for me.

outrageously arrogant, it was surprisingly not out of place when spoken by

slightly as he carefully pondered the profound implications behind

she truly possesses such resources, she must really be a member of

to Treyton by blood? They can’t possibly be lovers then, and all of their intimate behavior

that was just his conjecture and had not been substantiated, deep

thought, Maverick kept muttering sarcastic remarks that Gwendolyn

Maverick was holding her wrist, she couldn’t leave, and her irritation grew.

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had shouted at looked up at her with a piteous expression on his pale face and said, “Gwendolyn, my back hurts so

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by his request. How had she never noticed how annoying he

Did you get hit on the back, or on the head? Is

Maverick remained silent.

and exhausted. He

he stopped talking. Gwendolyn forcefully pried open

away these past days because I went to the mountain range on

if Asher had dispatched someone

had only told her about Maverick’s whereabouts and that he would not

that Asher was the reason why Maverick had

injected him with the special drug. So, the wound on his waist

pausing by the door for a moment, Gwendolyn responded with a smile. “Why are you suddenly. telling me all this? Do you think I care

the room as soon

he saw her come out, he noticed the strange expression. on her

“Ms. Shalders?”

at the first-aid kit in Elven’s

“Yes, Ms. Shalders.”