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.

more confused. She gently lifted his chin with her fingertips, forcing him

Their eyes met.

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

as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

asked anything yet, and

days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said

clenching his heart, the pain making it difficult for him to

her chin a little higher. “What’s the matter?

recuperating,” he responded curtly. His voice was deep

the matter with your throat?

“I’m running a fever.”

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

a pretty high fever these past few days given his

or less had

chin. “Don’t just squat there.

the offer, stood up, and sat directly

was already relatively weak. After he squatted for just a short while, his

he squatted for much longer, he was

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

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

was willing to tell

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

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

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 as

pour water for himself. Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining forces, but

it from you.” As for whether she believed him

resting her cheek on one hand while the other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile. “Then, I want to know what happened to Quinton’s

and his thin lips slightly parted. “He offended me, so I had

Nico?

her brows, sensing he

had sorted things out and

related to

Samantha could be both the executor and

ease before she settled the

velvet skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work

her charming

gazed into the faint glimmer in

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