As Gwendolyn slipped on her slippers, she observed him closely.

She took off her trench coat and handed it to him.

Maverick paused for a second. His long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his handsome face was pale.

He obediently took the trench coat from Gwendolyn and helped her hang it on the coat rack.

He did not take the initiative to speak, completely unlike his usual attentive and diligent self.

Gwendolyn’s expression grew darker and darker.

Maverick did not notice at all and turned his head to glance at the clock on the living room wall.

It was almost noon already.

He eagerly headed to the kitchen to prepare a meal.

Gwendolyn sat on the couch with an imposing posture.

“Come here.” Her tone was cold when she spoke, leaving no room for interruption.

Maverick’s broad back stiffened for a moment, then he turned around, walked to her, and stood still.

She did not look up, her expression somewhat cold. “I remember someone once said they wouldn’t make me look up to them.”

Maverick did not budge, feeling awkward as he noticed her attitude toward him remained icy cold.

Did Treyton really not tell her that I was the one who saved her? Anyway, did Gwendolyn come back today to settle the score of my attending the charity gala with Samantha?

He had thought he could balance his merits and demerits. Suddenly, he felt a suffocating tightness in his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

“Hmm?”

It was an imposing hum, possessing a delicate, gentle tone produced uniquely by women.

Gwendolyn was growing a bit impatient.

Maverick froze for two seconds, then went down on one knee, slowly squatting in front of her feet. His eyes were still downcast, and his eyelashes trembled gently.

feel even more confused. She gently lifted his chin with her

Their eyes met.

red. Within his deep black pupils lay a

as though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

haven’t even asked anything yet, and he’s already

have you been up to these past couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re not

clenching his heart,

little higher. “What’s the

he responded curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his tone

“What’s the matter with your throat? Are

“I’m running a fever.”

had been staying in the villa for two days without going out, and it had not rained during that

high fever these past few days given his extremely

more or less had

grip on his chin. “Don’t just squat

offer, stood up, and sat

a short while, his legs began to feel numb, and

for much longer, he was afraid he might

a glass of water and continued

he said casually, “I’ve been lying in

was willing to

the matter any longer and returned to the

had just parted his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared

and went to the countryside to meet Natasha.” He gulped and stole a glance at Gwendolyn’s expression. Seeing no change in her demeanor, he went on, “At the party, Samantha was just carrying out orders. There was someone behind her, scheming and planning everything meticulously. This person calculated every move accurately. Samantha said she wanted to join forces with me but was also prepared for the possibility that I would refuse and had

spoken too much that his throat felt

stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining forces, but aren’t you afraid I’ll become

hide it from you.” As for whether she believed him or not, that was not something he

slightly curved her lips, resting her cheek on one hand while the other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile. “Then, I want to know what happened to Quinton’s injury.

and his thin lips slightly parted. “He offended me, so I had Nico

Nico?

sensing he was hiding something

Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly figured it out

related to Treyton in some

Samantha could be both the executor and planner this

ease before she

skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your

she finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed

into the faint glimmer in her

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