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.

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

Their eyes met.

black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability

though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

yet, and he’s already feeling

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

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

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

he responded curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his

lightly. “What’s the matter with your throat? Are

“I’m running a fever.”

been staying in the villa for two days without going out, and it

fever these past few

more or less had an

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

offer, stood up, and sat

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

he was afraid he might be unable to hold

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

he said casually, “I’ve

willing to tell

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

Gwendolyn stared at

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

cough. He had spoken too much

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 whether she

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.

his thin lips slightly parted. “He

Nico?

brows, sensing he was hiding something

sorted things out and

related to Treyton in some

Samantha could be both the executor

ease before she

stood up and gently straightened her red velvet skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me

and her charming little face displayed

into the faint glimmer in

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