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 gently lifted his chin with her fingertips, forcing

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

as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

even asked anything yet, and he’s

these past couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said

his heart, the pain making it difficult for him

little higher. “What’s the matter? Cat

was deep and hoarse,

with your throat? Are you sick or

“I’m running a fever.”

days without going out, and it

high fever these past few

less had an

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

offer, stood up, and

a short while, his legs began to feel numb, and his head felt a bit

he was afraid

of water and continued to ask, “What happened

he said casually, “I’ve been lying

was willing to tell

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

when Gwendolyn stared at him intently,

There was someone behind her, scheming and

too much that his throat felt as though

pour water for himself. Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining forces,

from you.” As for whether she believed him or not, that was

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

thin lips slightly parted. “He

Nico?

her brows, sensing he was hiding something

had sorted things out and roughly

to Treyton in

Samantha could be both the executor and

ease before she

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

her charming little face displayed a mix of cold arrogance

as he gazed into the faint glimmer in

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