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.

even more confused. She gently lifted his chin with her fingertips, forcing him to

Their eyes met.

Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability

as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

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

you been up to these past couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said

as if someone was clenching his heart, the

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

was deep and hoarse, yet his

the matter with your throat? Are

“I’m running a fever.”

villa for two days without going out, and it had not rained during

fever these past few days given his

or less had an

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

and sat

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

he squatted for much longer, he was afraid he might be unable to hold

continued to ask, “What happened

Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in

one was willing to

and returned to the main topic. “Why

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

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

cough. He had spoken too much that

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

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

was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look at him

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

Nico?

her brows, sensing he was

things out and roughly

likely related to Treyton in

could be both the executor and

at ease before she settled the

her red velvet skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work

like stars as she finished speaking, and her charming

he gazed into

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