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.

confused. She gently lifted

Their eyes met.

a hint of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal but could not

as though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

yet, and he’s already feeling

to have said you’re not allowed to

his thin lips, feeling as if someone was clenching his heart, the pain making

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

recuperating,” he responded curtly. His voice was deep and

with your throat? Are you

“I’m running a fever.”

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

these

or less

just

offer, stood up, and sat directly

was already relatively weak. After he squatted for just a short while, his legs began to feel numb, and his head

longer, he was afraid he might be unable to

water and continued to ask, “What happened

Without skipping a beat, he said

one was willing to tell

dwell on the matter any longer and returned to the main

stared at him intently, reminding him, “I want

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

too much that his throat felt as though

Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me

me, I won’t hide it from you.” As for whether she believed him or not, that was not something he could

her cheek on one hand while the other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look at him and gave a

momentarily, and his thin lips slightly parted. “He offended me, so

Nico?

her brows, sensing he was hiding something

sorted things out and roughly figured it

to Treyton

both the executor and planner this

at ease

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

sparkled like stars as she finished speaking, and her charming

stunned as he gazed into the

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