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.

even more confused. She gently lifted his chin with

Their eyes met.

lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal but

looked as though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

haven’t even asked anything yet, and he’s already feeling

to have said you’re not

pursed his thin lips, feeling as if someone was clenching his heart,

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

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

the matter with your throat? Are

“I’m running a fever.”

days without going out, and it had not rained

had a pretty high fever these past few

less

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

up, and sat

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

longer, he was afraid he might be unable to

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

unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days,

one was willing to tell her

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

just parted his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared

car and 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 someone behind her, scheming and planning everything meticulously. This person calculated every move accurately. Samantha said she wanted to join forces with me but was also prepared for the possibility

a cough. He had spoken too much that his throat felt

amusement as she stared at

hide it from you.” As for whether

while the other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile. “Then,

slightly parted. “He

Nico?

her brows, sensing he was

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

to Treyton in

could be both the executor and planner

ease before she settled

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

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

as he gazed into the faint glimmer

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