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.

his awkwardness, which made her feel even more confused. She gently lifted his chin with her fingertips,

Their eyes met.

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

though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

asked anything yet, and

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

lips, feeling as if someone was clenching his heart, the

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

recuperating,” he responded curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his

matter with your throat? Are you sick

“I’m running a fever.”

and it had not rained during that time. How could

pretty high fever these past few days given

less had

her grip on his chin. “Don’t just

and sat directly on the small couch

a short while, his

longer, he was afraid he might be unable to

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

skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve

one was willing to tell

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

Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him,

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 move accurately. Samantha said she wanted to join forces with me but was

too much that his throat felt

amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me

hide it from you.” As for whether she believed him or not, that was not something

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

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

Nico?

brows, sensing he was hiding something

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

related to

be both the

not feel at ease before

straightened her red velvet skirt. “Since 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

finished speaking, and her charming little face

stunned as he gazed into the faint glimmer in

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