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.

feel even more confused. She gently lifted his chin

Their eyes met.

deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to

as though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

haven’t even asked anything yet,

Harris seemed to have said you’re not

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

higher. “What’s

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

the matter with your

“I’m running a fever.”

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

fever these past few days

less had

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

stood up, and sat directly on the small

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

much longer, he was afraid he might be unable to

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

apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been

was willing to

the matter any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why were

had just parted his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him, “I want to hear the

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

out a cough. He had spoken too much that his

amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me

won’t hide it from you.” As for whether she

curved her lips, resting her cheek on one hand while the other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look

lips slightly parted. “He offended me, so I

Nico?

sensing he was

speaking, Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly figured it

likely related to Treyton in

Samantha could be both the executor and

ease before

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

she finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed a

he gazed into the faint glimmer in her

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