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 fingertips, forcing him to

Their eyes met.

pupils lay a sense

looked as though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

even asked anything yet, and he’s already feeling

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

feeling as if someone was clenching his heart, the pain making

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

deep and hoarse,

with your

“I’m running a fever.”

had been staying in the villa for two days without going out, and it had not

have had a pretty high fever these past few days given

less had an

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

the offer, stood up, and sat directly on

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

he was afraid he might be unable

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

moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been

one was willing to tell

and returned to the main topic. “Why were you at

when Gwendolyn stared

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

spoken too much that his throat felt as though

as she stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining forces,

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

her head to look at him and gave a

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

Nico?

brows, sensing he was hiding something

had sorted things out and roughly figured it

to Treyton

could be both the executor and

not feel at ease before she settled the

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

finished speaking, and her charming little face

into

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