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.

awkwardness, which made her feel even more confused. She gently lifted his

Their eyes met.

red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance

though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

yet, and he’s

of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go

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

higher. “What’s the matter? Cat got

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

lightly. “What’s the matter with your

“I’m running a fever.”

days without going out, and it

must have had a pretty high fever these past few days given his extremely pale

more or less

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

accepted the offer, stood up, and sat directly

After he squatted for just a short while, his legs began to feel numb, and his

was afraid

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

a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days, so

one was willing to

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

Gwendolyn stared at

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

spoken too much that his

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

I won’t 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

parted. “He offended me, so I had Nico hurt

Nico?

her brows, sensing he

Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly figured it out at this

related to Treyton in some

Samantha could be both the executor and planner

at ease before she settled the

was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for

she finished speaking, and her

gazed into

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