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.

even more confused. She gently lifted his

Their eyes met.

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

though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

yet, and he’s already feeling

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

clenching his heart, the pain

a little higher.

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

the matter with your throat?

“I’m running a fever.”

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

fever these past few days

or less had an

his chin. “Don’t just squat there.

offer, stood up, and sat directly

weak. After he squatted for just a short while, his legs began to feel numb,

longer, he was afraid he might

of water and continued to ask, “What happened

a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days, so I’m not sure.

to

any longer and returned to

when Gwendolyn stared at him intently,

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

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

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

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

her knee. She tilted her head to look at him and

momentarily, and his thin lips slightly parted. “He offended

Nico?

her brows, sensing he was

and roughly figured it

related to Treyton

both the executor and planner

could not feel at ease before she settled the

“Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your

as she finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed a mix of cold arrogance

he gazed into the faint glimmer in her

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