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.

made her feel even more confused. She gently lifted his chin with her

Their eyes met.

lay a

looked as though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

asked anything yet, and he’s already feeling

Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go out. Have you not done any housework during

thin lips, feeling as if someone was clenching his heart, the pain making it difficult

little higher.

voice was deep and hoarse, yet

matter with

“I’m running a fever.”

staying in the villa for two days without going out, and

must have had a pretty high fever these past few days given

less had an

“Don’t just squat there. Sit on

up, and

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

he was afraid he might

a glass of water and continued to ask,

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

willing to tell her

did not want to dwell on the matter any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why were you

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

was just carrying out orders. There was someone behind her, scheming and planning everything meticulously. This person calculated every move accurately. Samantha said

had spoken too much that his throat felt

filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining

the truth from me, I won’t hide it from you.” As for whether she believed him or not, that

was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to

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

Nico?

her brows, sensing he was hiding something

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

was likely related to Treyton in some

both the executor and

not feel at ease

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

and her charming little

gazed into the

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