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.

confused. She gently lifted

Their eyes met.

were tinged with a hint of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that

looked as though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

haven’t even asked anything yet, and he’s

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

his heart, the pain making it difficult for him to catch

little higher. “What’s the

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

with your throat? Are you sick or

“I’m running a fever.”

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

pretty high fever these past few days

less

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

stood up, and sat directly on the small couch

while, his

for much longer, he was

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

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

willing to tell her the

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

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

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

much that his throat

eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining forces, but

truth from me, I won’t hide it from you.” As for whether she believed him or not, that was

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

his thin lips slightly parted. “He

Nico?

brows, sensing he

things out and roughly figured

related to

aside, Samantha could be both the

at ease before she

subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll

and her charming

into the faint glimmer in

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