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 chin with her fingertips,

Their eyes met.

Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal but could

as though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

even asked anything yet, and he’s

Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go out. Have you not done any housework during this

someone was clenching his heart, the pain making it difficult

little higher. “What’s the matter?

was deep and hoarse, yet

chuckled lightly. “What’s the matter with

“I’m running a fever.”

going out, and it had not rained

pretty high fever these past few days

more or less had

“Don’t just

and sat

just a short while, his legs began to feel

much longer, he was afraid he might be unable

water and continued to ask, “What

unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days, so I’m not sure. Maybe

willing to

want to dwell on the matter any longer and returned to

stared at him intently, reminding

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 accurately. Samantha said she wanted to join forces with

much that his throat felt as though it was

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.” As for whether she believed him or not, that was not something he could

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 injury. Be

parted.

Nico?

sensing

things out and roughly figured it out

to Treyton in some

aside, Samantha could be both the executor and planner this

ease before she settled the

subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have

she finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed a mix of cold

into the

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