The Ex and Her Riches

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

looked as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

yet, and he’s

you been up to these past couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go out. Have you not done any

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

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

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

“What’s the matter with

“I’m running a fever.”

out, and it had not rained

a pretty high fever these past

or less

released her grip on his chin. “Don’t just

the offer, stood up, and sat directly on the small

squatted for just a short while, his legs began to feel numb, and his head felt a bit

much longer, he was afraid he might be unable to

gracefully poured herself a glass of water and continued

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

to tell her

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

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

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

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

handed him a cup, gesturing 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 you afraid I’ll become suspicious of you,

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

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

pondered momentarily, and his thin lips slightly parted. “He offended me, so

Nico?

her brows, sensing he was hiding

out and roughly figured it out at

was likely related to Treyton in

could be both the executor and planner this

at ease before she settled the

“Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll

speaking, and her charming little

gazed into the faint glimmer in her