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

Their eyes met.

with a hint of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability

as though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

anything yet, and he’s already

these past couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re

as if someone was clenching his heart,

little higher. “What’s the matter?

His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his

“What’s the matter with your throat? Are

“I’m running a fever.”

the villa for two days without going out, and it

fever these past few days given his extremely pale

or less had

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

the offer, stood up, and sat directly on the

while, his legs began to feel numb,

longer, he was afraid he might be unable

herself a glass of water and continued to ask,

his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually,

was willing to tell

returned to the

had just parted his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him,

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

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

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

from me, I won’t hide it from you.” As for

She tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile.

slightly parted. “He offended me, so I

Nico?

furrowed her brows, sensing

had sorted things out and

to Treyton in some

be both the

at ease before she

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

her charming little face displayed a mix of cold arrogance and

gazed into the faint

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