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 fingertips,

Their eyes met.

were tinged with a hint of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense

though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

yet, and he’s

Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go

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

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

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

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

“I’m running a fever.”

and it had not rained during that time. How could he have caught

pretty high fever these past few days given his extremely pale

more or less had an

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

offer, stood up, and sat directly

for just a short while, his legs began

longer, he was afraid he might be unable

a glass of water and continued to ask, “What happened to Quinton’s

apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in

to tell her

on the matter any longer and returned

to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him,

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,

cough. He had spoken too much that his throat felt

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

won’t hide it from you.”

the other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look

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

Nico?

furrowed her brows, sensing he was hiding something

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

likely related to Treyton

be both

feel at ease before she

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

speaking, and her charming little

stunned as he gazed into the faint glimmer in

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