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.

sensed his awkwardness, which made her feel even more confused. She

Their eyes met.

Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability

though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

even asked anything yet,

Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go out.

if someone was clenching his heart, the pain making it difficult for him to catch his

higher.

voice was deep and hoarse, yet his tone conveyed subtle

with your throat?

“I’m running a fever.”

for two days without going out, and it had

these past few

more or less

on his chin. “Don’t just squat there. Sit

up, and sat directly on the

was already relatively weak. After he squatted for just a short while, his legs began

he was afraid he might be

and continued to ask, “What happened to Quinton’s

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

was willing to

not want to dwell on the matter any longer and returned to the main

had just parted his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him, “I want to hear the

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

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

she stared at him. “You’re telling

the truth from me, I won’t hide it from you.”

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

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

Nico?

furrowed her brows, sensing he was

things out and roughly figured it out

to Treyton in

be both the

feel at ease before she settled

your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me today. I’m going

finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed a mix

he gazed into the

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