The Ex and Her Riches

Chapter 155

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.

which made her feel even more confused. She gently lifted his chin with her fingertips, forcing him to

Their eyes met.

a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal but could

looked as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

yet,

these past couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go out. Have you not done any housework during this

if someone was clenching his

chin a little higher. “What’s the matter? Cat

he responded curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse,

chuckled lightly. “What’s the matter with your throat? Are you sick

“I’m running a fever.”

without going out, and it had not rained during that

must have had a pretty high fever these past few

or less

chin. “Don’t just squat there. Sit on the couch over

the offer, stood up, and sat

a short while,

longer, he was afraid he might be unable

continued to ask, “What happened to Quinton’s

said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days, so I’m not sure. Maybe

was willing to tell her

to dwell on the matter any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why were you at the charity

Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding

carrying out orders. There was someone behind her, scheming and planning everything meticulously. This person calculated every

out a cough. He had spoken too much that his throat felt as though it was

casually handed him a cup, gesturing for him to pour water for himself. Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining forces, but aren’t you

to hear the truth from me, I won’t hide it from you.” As for whether she believed him or not, that

other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look at him

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

Nico?

brows, sensing

and roughly figured

to Treyton in some

both the executor

feel at ease before

who hurt mine, I’ll have your

stars as she finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed a

gazed into the faint

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