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 his chin with her fingertips, forcing him

Their eyes met.

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

as though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

even asked anything yet, and

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

someone was clenching his heart, the pain making it

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

deep

the matter with your throat? Are you sick or

“I’m running a fever.”

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

these past few

more or less had

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

and sat directly on

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

for much longer, he was afraid he might be unable

gracefully poured herself a glass of water and continued to ask, “What

slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said

one was willing to tell her the

did not want to dwell on the matter any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why were you

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

Seeing no change in her demeanor, he went on, “At the party, Samantha was just carrying out orders. There was someone behind her, scheming

too much

filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining forces, but aren’t you afraid I’ll become suspicious

you want to hear the truth from me, I won’t hide it from you.”

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.

and his thin lips slightly parted. “He

Nico?

her brows, sensing he was hiding something

sorted things out and roughly figured it out at this

to

both

at ease before she

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

sparkled like stars as she finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed

into the faint

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