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, forcing him to look

Their eyes met.

Within his deep black pupils lay a

though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

yet, and he’s

to have said you’re not allowed to go

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

her chin a little higher. “What’s the

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

with your throat? Are you

“I’m running a fever.”

villa for two days without going out, and

these

less had an

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

and sat directly on

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

squatted for much longer, he was afraid he might be

a glass of water and continued to ask, “What happened to Quinton’s

said casually, “I’ve been lying

one was willing to tell her

and returned to the main topic. “Why were you

to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him

just carrying out orders. There was someone behind her, scheming and planning everything meticulously. This

much that his

water for himself. Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me

it from you.” As for whether she believed him or not,

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

thin lips slightly parted.

Nico?

furrowed her brows, sensing he

and roughly figured it

likely related to Treyton in some

Samantha could be both the

feel at ease before she settled

mine,

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

as he gazed into the faint

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