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.

awkwardness, which made her feel even more confused. She gently lifted

Their eyes met.

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

looked as though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

haven’t even asked anything yet, and he’s

these past couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go out. Have you not done any housework

his thin lips, feeling as if someone was clenching his

higher. “What’s the matter? Cat got

His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his

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

“I’m running a fever.”

and

had a pretty high fever these past few days given his extremely

more or less had an

chin. “Don’t just squat there. Sit

accepted the offer, stood up, and sat directly

just a short while, his

he squatted for much longer, he was

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

Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two

willing to tell

returned to the main topic. “Why were you at the charity gala

lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him

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 had spoken too much that his throat

to pour water for 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 suspicious

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

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

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

Nico?

her brows, sensing

out and roughly figured it out

was likely related to

could be both

feel at ease before

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

finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed

gazed into the faint glimmer in

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