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.

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

Their eyes met.

Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal but

as though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

asked anything yet, and he’s already

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

feeling as if someone was clenching his heart, the pain making

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

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

lightly. “What’s the matter with your

“I’m running a fever.”

in the villa for two days without going out, and it had not rained during that time. How could he have caught

high fever these past few

or less

“Don’t just

up, and sat directly on the small couch

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

he was

gracefully poured herself a glass of water and continued to ask, “What

watched her drink water as his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve

was willing to tell her the

returned to the main topic. “Why were you

his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him,

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

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

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

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

her knee. She tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile. “Then, I want to know what happened

thin lips slightly parted. “He

Nico?

sensing he was hiding something

had sorted things out and roughly figured it out

likely related to

aside, Samantha could be both the executor

feel at ease before

stood up and gently straightened her red velvet skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me today. I’m

and her

stunned as he gazed into the

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