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 his chin with

Their eyes met.

a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal but could not

though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

haven’t even asked anything yet, and

have said you’re not allowed to go out. Have you not done any housework

pursed his thin lips, feeling as if someone was clenching his heart, the pain making it difficult for him

little higher.

curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his

the matter with your throat? Are

“I’m running a fever.”

the villa for two days without going out, and it had not rained during that time. How could

a pretty high fever these past few days given his extremely

less

his chin. “Don’t just squat there.

the offer, stood up, and sat directly on the

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

for much longer, he was afraid he might

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

moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days, so I’m not

willing to

matter any longer and returned to

his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him

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

he let out a cough. He had spoken too much that his throat felt as though

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

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

other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head

pondered momentarily, and his thin lips slightly parted.

Nico?

her brows, sensing he was

things out and roughly figured

related to Treyton in

both the executor and planner this

at ease before she settled

was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me today. I’m going to

as she finished speaking, and her charming

he gazed into the faint glimmer in her

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