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

Their eyes met.

lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal but

though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

asked anything yet, and he’s already

couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said

feeling as if someone was clenching his heart, the

her chin a little higher. “What’s the matter? Cat

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

matter with

“I’m running a fever.”

in the villa for two days without going out, and it

had a pretty high fever these past

more or less

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

accepted the offer, stood up, and sat directly on

already relatively weak. After he squatted for just a short while, his legs began to feel numb, and his head felt a bit

longer, he was afraid he might

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

beat, he said

was willing to tell her

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

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

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

he let out a cough. He had spoken too much

with amusement as she stared at

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

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

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

Nico?

furrowed her brows, sensing

things out and roughly figured it out at

was likely related to Treyton in

Samantha could be both the

ease before

gently straightened her red velvet skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me today. I’m going to collect a debt

sparkled like stars as she finished speaking, and her charming little

stunned as he gazed into the faint glimmer in

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