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.

eyes were tinged with a hint of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and

though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

haven’t even asked anything yet,

seemed to have

as if someone was clenching his heart, the pain making

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

he responded curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse,

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

“I’m running a fever.”

villa for two days without going out, and it had not rained during that time. How could he have caught a

must have had a pretty high fever these past few

more or less

“Don’t just squat there. Sit on the

the offer, stood up, and sat directly on

a short while, his legs began

he was afraid he might be unable

and continued

drink water as his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days,

willing to tell her

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

lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him, “I

Samantha’s car and 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

much that his throat felt as though it

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

the truth from me, I won’t hide it from you.” As for whether she

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

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

Nico?

brows, sensing

out and roughly

likely related to Treyton

aside, Samantha could be both the executor

ease before she

mine, I’ll have your

sparkled like stars as she finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed a mix of cold arrogance and

was stunned as he gazed into the faint glimmer in her

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