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

Their eyes met.

lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that

though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

haven’t even asked anything yet, and

of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have

someone was clenching his

chin a little higher. “What’s the

His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his tone conveyed

matter with your throat? Are you sick

“I’m running a fever.”

out, and it

had a pretty high fever these past few

less

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

stood up, and sat directly on

a short while, his legs began to

he was afraid he might be

poured herself a glass of water and continued to

slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been

willing to tell her the

returned

stared at him intently, reminding him, “I want to

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 plans to

He had spoken too much that

she stared at him. “You’re telling

you.” As for whether she believed him or not, that was not something he could

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

parted. “He offended me, so

Nico?

sensing he was hiding something

speaking, Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly figured it out at this

related to Treyton in

be both

at ease

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

and her charming little

into the faint glimmer in

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