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.

more confused. She gently lifted his chin with her fingertips,

Their eyes met.

lay a sense

as though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

yet, and

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

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

chin a little higher. “What’s the

was deep and

chuckled lightly. “What’s the matter with your throat? Are you

“I’m running a fever.”

two days without going out, and it had not rained during that time. How could he have caught

a pretty high fever these past few days

less

grip on his chin. “Don’t just

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

he squatted for just a short while, his legs

he was afraid he might be

glass of water and continued to

drink water as his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my

willing to tell her

to dwell on the matter any longer and returned to the main

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

Gwendolyn’s expression. Seeing no change in her demeanor, he went on, “At the party, Samantha was just carrying out orders. There was someone

cough. He had spoken too much that his throat

she stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining forces, but aren’t you afraid

I won’t hide it from you.” As for

Gwendolyn slightly curved her lips, 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 to know what happened to Quinton’s

momentarily, and his thin lips slightly parted.

Nico?

brows, sensing

sorted things out and roughly figured

likely related to Treyton in

be both the executor and planner

ease before

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

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

gazed into the faint glimmer

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