The Ex and Her Riches

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.

deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he

as though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

anything yet, and

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

little higher.

voice was deep and hoarse, yet

lightly. “What’s the matter with your throat? Are you sick

“I’m running a fever.”

and it had not rained during that time. How could he

high fever these past few days given his extremely pale

or less

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

accepted the offer, stood up, and sat directly on the small couch

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

squatted for much longer, he was

herself a glass of water and continued to

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

was willing to tell her

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

parted his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him, “I

and went to 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 but was also prepared for the possibility that I would refuse

had spoken too much that his throat felt as though it was on

casually handed him a cup, gesturing for him to pour 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

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

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 injury. Be

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

Nico?

brows, sensing he was

speaking, Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly figured it out

was likely related to Treyton in some

aside, Samantha could be both the executor

ease before

and 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

eyes sparkled like stars as she finished speaking, and her

he gazed into the faint glimmer