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.

feel even more confused. She

Their eyes met.

were tinged with a hint of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a

as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

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

past couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go out. Have you not done

his heart, the pain making it difficult for him to catch his

chin a little higher. “What’s

deep and hoarse, yet his

with your throat? Are you sick or

“I’m running a fever.”

two days without going out, and it had not rained during that time.

had a pretty high fever these past few

less had

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

accepted the offer, stood up, and sat directly on

a short while, his legs began to feel

he was afraid he

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

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

was willing to tell

matter any longer and returned

when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him, “I want

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 and had plans to silence

too much that his throat felt

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

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

She tilted her head to

momentarily, and his thin lips slightly parted.

Nico?

brows, sensing he was hiding something

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

was likely related to

both

ease before

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

and her charming little face displayed a mix of cold

gazed into the faint glimmer in

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