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.

even more confused. She gently lifted his chin with her

Their eyes met.

a hint of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance

as though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

haven’t even asked anything yet, and

days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed

someone was clenching his heart, the pain making

little higher. “What’s the matter?

he responded curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse,

with your throat? Are you

“I’m running a fever.”

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

pretty high fever these past few days

more or less had an

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

the offer, stood up, and sat directly on the

for just a short while, his legs began to feel

squatted for much longer, he was afraid he might

herself a glass of water and continued

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

was willing to tell

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

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

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

cough. He had spoken too much that his throat

with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining forces, but aren’t you afraid I’ll become suspicious of you, thinking you’re deliberately exposing

from me, I won’t hide it from you.”

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

and his thin lips slightly parted. “He offended

Nico?

sensing he was hiding

Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly figured it out

was likely related to Treyton in some

both the executor and

feel at ease before she settled

straightened her red velvet skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine,

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

into

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