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.

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

Their eyes met.

pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal

as though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

yet,

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

his heart, the pain making it

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

voice was deep and hoarse, yet his tone

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

“I’m running a fever.”

out, and it had not rained during that time. How could he have caught

a pretty high fever these past few days given his

less had

just squat there. Sit

the offer, stood up, and sat directly on the small

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

longer, he was afraid he might be unable

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

water as his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve

to

any longer and returned

lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding

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

too much that his throat

to pour water for himself. Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared

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

Gwendolyn slightly curved her lips, resting her cheek on one hand while the other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to

lips slightly parted. “He offended me,

Nico?

furrowed her brows, sensing

sorted things out and roughly figured

likely related to

Samantha could be both

ease

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

and her charming little face displayed a mix of cold arrogance

into the faint

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