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.

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

Their eyes met.

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

though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

haven’t even asked anything yet, and

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

feeling as if someone was clenching his heart, the pain making it difficult for him

chin a little higher.

was deep and hoarse, yet his tone conveyed

matter with your

“I’m running a fever.”

two days without going out, and it

high fever these

or less had an

chin. “Don’t just squat there. Sit on the couch over

and sat directly on

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

much longer, he was afraid he

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

Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for

was willing to tell her the

matter any longer and returned to

Gwendolyn stared at him

in Samantha’s car and went to the countryside to meet Natasha.” He gulped and stole a glance at Gwendolyn’s 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

much that his throat felt

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

won’t hide it from you.” As for whether she believed him or not, that was not something he could

She tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile. “Then, I

lips slightly parted.

Nico?

brows, sensing he was hiding something

sorted things out and roughly figured it out

was likely related to Treyton in some

be both the executor

feel at ease

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

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

as he gazed into the faint

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