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.

feel even more confused. She gently lifted his chin with her

Their eyes met.

a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to

as though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

even asked anything yet, and he’s already

to have said you’re not allowed to go out. Have you not

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

little higher.

voice was deep and hoarse,

matter with your throat? Are you

“I’m running a fever.”

going out, and it had not rained during that time.

have had a pretty high fever these past few days given his extremely pale

less had

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

and sat

squatted for just a short while, his legs began to feel numb, and his head felt a bit

longer, he was afraid

gracefully poured herself a glass of water and continued to ask, “What happened to Quinton’s injuries? Who did

he said casually, “I’ve been

one was willing to

the matter any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why were you

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

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

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

to pour water for himself. Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at

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

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

slightly parted. “He offended me, so I had Nico

Nico?

sensing he

things out and roughly

to Treyton in some

be both the executor and planner

feel at ease before

up and gently straightened her red velvet skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people

speaking, and her

was stunned as he gazed into the

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