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 his chin with her fingertips,

Their eyes met.

Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance

looked as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

asked anything yet, and

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

someone was clenching his heart, the pain

chin a little higher. “What’s

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

the matter with your

“I’m running a fever.”

out, and it had

a pretty high fever these past

less had an

chin. “Don’t just squat

and sat directly

just a short while, his legs began to

he squatted for much longer, he was

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

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

willing to tell

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

stared at him intently, reminding him, “I

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 and had plans to silence

let out a cough. He had spoken too much that his throat felt as though it was

water for himself. Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining forces, but aren’t you afraid I’ll become suspicious of you,

it from you.” As for whether she believed him

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

pondered momentarily, and his thin lips slightly parted. “He

Nico?

sensing he was hiding

out and

to Treyton

both the

not feel at ease before she settled

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

her charming little face displayed a mix of

into the faint

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