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.

made her feel even more confused. She gently lifted

Their eyes met.

of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal but could

as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

yet, and

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

was clenching his heart, the pain making it difficult for

little higher. “What’s the matter?

curtly. His voice was deep

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

“I’m running a fever.”

in the villa for two days without going out, and it had not rained during that time. How

a pretty high fever these past few days

more or less had

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

accepted the offer, stood up, and sat directly on

he squatted for just a short while, his legs began to feel numb,

he squatted for much longer, he was afraid he might be

of water and continued to ask, “What happened to

slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for

to tell her the

and returned to the main topic. “Why were you

speak when Gwendolyn stared at

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

much

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

hide it from you.”

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

slightly parted. “He offended

Nico?

furrowed her brows, sensing he was hiding

had sorted things out and

to Treyton in some

could be both

not feel at ease before she settled

up and gently straightened her red velvet skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll

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

as he gazed into the faint glimmer in

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