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.

more confused. She gently lifted his chin with her fingertips, forcing him to look

Their eyes met.

pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and

as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

haven’t even asked anything yet, and

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

as if someone was clenching his heart,

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

curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his tone conveyed

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

“I’m running a fever.”

villa for two days without going out, and it had not rained during that time. How

these past few days

or less had an

grip on his chin. “Don’t just squat there. Sit on the couch over

and sat directly on the

After he squatted for just a short while, his legs

squatted for much longer, he was afraid he might be unable to

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

beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room

willing to tell her

want to dwell on the matter any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why were you at the

lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently,

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

much that his throat

stared at him.

to hear the truth from me, I won’t hide it from you.” As for whether she believed him or not, that was not something he could

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

and his thin lips slightly parted. “He

Nico?

sensing

had sorted things out and roughly figured it out

was likely related to

Samantha could be both the executor

ease before she settled

hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me today.

speaking, and her charming little face displayed a

was stunned as he gazed into the faint glimmer

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