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.

She

Their eyes met.

tinged with a hint of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he

as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

even asked anything yet, and he’s already

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

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

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

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

matter with your throat? Are you sick or

“I’m running a fever.”

staying in the villa for two days without going out, and it had not

pretty high fever these past few days

less had an

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

up, and sat directly on

while, his legs began to feel numb, and his

he was afraid he might be unable

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

a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying

was willing to

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

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

went 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

a cough. He had spoken too much that

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

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

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

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

Nico?

her brows, sensing he

speaking, Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly

was likely related to Treyton in some

be both the executor and

at ease before she settled the

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

stars as she finished speaking, and her

into

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