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,

Their eyes met.

black pupils lay a sense of

looked as though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

yet,

to have said you’re not allowed to go out. Have

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

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

voice was deep and hoarse, yet

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

“I’m running a fever.”

days without going out, and it had

pretty high fever these

more or less

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

and

he squatted for just a short while, his legs

he was afraid he might be unable to

of water and continued to ask, “What happened to Quinton’s injuries? Who

drink water as his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually,

was willing to tell

any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why were you at the

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

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

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

himself. Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining forces, but aren’t you afraid I’ll become

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

She tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile. “Then, I want to know what happened to Quinton’s

lips slightly parted. “He

Nico?

brows, sensing he

Gwendolyn had sorted things out and

related to Treyton in some

Samantha could be both the executor

not feel at ease

it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll

finished speaking, and her charming

as he gazed into the faint glimmer

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