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.

She gently lifted his chin with her fingertips, forcing

Their eyes met.

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

though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

asked anything yet, and he’s already feeling

you been up to these past couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re

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

chin a little higher. “What’s

His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his tone

with your

“I’m running a fever.”

without going out, and it had not rained

fever these past few days given

less

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

up, and sat directly on the small

for just a short while, his legs began to feel numb,

longer, he was afraid he might

glass of water and continued to

Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days, so I’m not

one was willing to tell her

returned to the main topic. “Why were you at

his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him

demeanor, he went on, “At the party, Samantha was just carrying out orders. There was someone behind her, scheming and planning everything meticulously. This

he let out a cough. He had spoken too much

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 of you, thinking you’re deliberately exposing

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

resting her cheek on one hand while the other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile. “Then, I want to know

lips slightly parted. “He

Nico?

sensing he was hiding

had sorted things out and roughly figured

likely related to Treyton in some

both the

could not feel at ease before she settled

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

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

as he gazed into the faint glimmer in

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