The Ex and Her Riches

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.

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

looked as though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

even asked anything yet, and

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

clenching his heart, the pain making it difficult for him

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

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

matter with your throat? Are you sick

“I’m running a fever.”

out, and it had not rained

must have had a pretty high fever these past few days given his

less

chin. “Don’t just squat

stood up, and sat directly on the small

was already relatively weak. After he squatted for just a short while,

he was afraid he might be

herself a glass of water and continued to

his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days,

to tell

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

speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding

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 also prepared for the

cough. He had spoken too much that his

gesturing for him 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 of you,

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

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

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

Nico?

her brows, sensing he

Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly figured it out at

was likely related to

both the

ease before she

velvet skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me

sparkled like stars as she finished speaking, and her charming little face

he gazed into the faint glimmer in