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

Their eyes met.

tinged with a hint of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal but could not

as though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

even asked anything yet, and he’s already feeling

Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go out. Have you not

his heart, the pain making it

higher. “What’s

was deep

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

“I’m running a fever.”

for two days without going out, and it had not rained during

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

less had

just squat there. Sit on the couch

offer, stood up, and sat directly on the small couch

already relatively weak. After he squatted for just a short while, his legs began to feel numb, and his head felt

for much longer, he was afraid he might

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

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

one was willing to

returned to the main

his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently,

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

he let out a cough. He had spoken too much that his throat felt as though it was on

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, thinking you’re deliberately

want to hear the truth from me, I won’t hide it from you.” As for whether she

other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look at him and gave a

parted. “He offended me,

Nico?

furrowed her brows, sensing he

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

was likely related to Treyton in some

be both the executor and planner this

feel at ease before she settled the

hurt mine,

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

was stunned as he gazed into

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