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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thought Mr. Wright had fainted while doing housework,

he tried to explain,

on him, Ryan quickly shut his mouth, backed out of the room, and closed the

closed, the room fell into complete

Maverick, who was wrapped in a blanket, and asked,

onto her wrist tightly and asked, “Have you been doing well

to be weak and pitiful just to bring up such

matters.

has been quite pleasant without someone annoying me, and Mr.

tentatively, “I heard that the Shalders family has very high standards for their descendants’

me? Haha, what a huge

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

her face, and a

know about your existence. So, are you being secretly

who could support and provide for me. If anything,

arrogant, it was surprisingly not out of place when

narrowed his eyes slightly as he carefully pondered the profound implications

such resources, she must really

be lovers then, and all of their intimate behavior

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

Maverick kept muttering sarcastic remarks that Gwendolyn found

was holding her wrist, she couldn’t leave,

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are you trying

his pale face and said, “Gwendolyn, my back

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request. How had she never noticed

or on the head? Is your brain not working anymore? You need to speak like

Maverick remained silent.

in pain and exhausted. He just wished for

forcefully pried open his

“I was away these past days because I went to the mountain range on the border of Lightspring and Fairlake. I returned late because I was being pursued by a group of people sent by

if Asher had dispatched someone

Maverick’s whereabouts and that he would not

mention that Asher was the reason why Maverick had stayed

day when Maverick returned and his reaction after she had injected him with the special drug. So, the wound on his waist was inflicted by Asher’s

a smile. “Why are you

the room as soon

door, and when he saw her come out, he noticed the strange

“Ms. Shalders?”

of her thoughts and glanced at the first-aid kit in Elven’s hand. “Go in and apply the medicine for him,”

“Yes, Ms. Shalders.”