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.

sensed his awkwardness, which made her feel even more confused. She gently lifted

Their eyes met.

hint of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried

looked as though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

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

Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go out.

if someone was clenching his heart,

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

His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his tone conveyed

with your throat? Are you

“I’m running a fever.”

days without going out, and

pretty high fever these past few days

less

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

and sat directly

weak. After he squatted for just a short while,

much longer, he was afraid he might be unable

a glass of water and continued to ask, “What happened

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

one was willing to tell her the

any longer and returned to

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

on, “At the party, Samantha was just carrying out orders. There was someone behind her, scheming and planning everything meticulously.

cough. He had spoken too much that his

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 I’ll become suspicious of you,

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

Gwendolyn slightly curved 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 injury.

momentarily, and his thin lips slightly parted. “He

Nico?

sensing he was

out and roughly figured it out at

was likely related to Treyton in

could be both the executor

not feel at ease before she settled

was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work

eyes sparkled like stars as she finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed a mix of cold arrogance and

as he gazed into the faint glimmer in

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