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.

which made her feel even more confused. She gently

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

though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

haven’t even asked anything yet,

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

someone was clenching his heart, the pain

higher.

was deep and hoarse, yet

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

“I’m running a fever.”

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

have had a pretty high fever these

less

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

the offer, stood up, and sat

just a short while, his

he was afraid he might be unable to hold

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

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

was willing to tell her the

and returned to the main topic.

speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him, “I want

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 accurately. Samantha said

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

him to pour water for himself. Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him.

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

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

slightly parted. “He offended me, so I had

Nico?

brows, sensing he was hiding something

sorted things out and

was likely related to Treyton in

could be both the executor and

ease before she settled

red velvet skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me today. I’m going to collect

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

stunned as he gazed into the faint glimmer in her

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