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 gently lifted

Their eyes met.

a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal but could not quite

as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

yet, and

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

his heart, the pain making it difficult for him

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

deep and hoarse, yet

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

“I’m running a fever.”

for two days without going out, and it had not

pretty high fever these past few days given

or less

“Don’t just squat

stood up, and sat directly on the small couch

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

was afraid he might be unable

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

watched her drink water as his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve

to tell her

not want to dwell on the matter any longer and returned to the

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

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 that I would refuse

too much that his throat

were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling

I won’t hide it from you.” As for whether she

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

and his thin lips slightly parted. “He offended me, so I had Nico hurt

Nico?

her brows, sensing he was

things out and roughly figured it

likely related to Treyton in some

aside, Samantha could be both the executor

at ease before she

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

her charming

he gazed into the faint glimmer in her

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