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.

feel even more confused. She gently

Their eyes met.

deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he

though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

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

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

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

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

His voice was deep and

the matter with your throat? Are you

“I’m running a fever.”

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

must have had a pretty high fever these past few days given his

or less

“Don’t just

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

a short while, his legs began

longer, he was afraid he might be unable to hold

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

his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room

was willing to

matter any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why were you at the charity gala

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

the countryside 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

He had spoken too much that his throat felt as though it was

stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining forces, but aren’t you afraid

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

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

thin lips slightly parted. “He offended me, so I had Nico

Nico?

her brows, sensing he was hiding

things out and roughly figured

related to

Samantha could be both the executor

feel at ease before she

subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your

finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed a mix

he gazed into the faint glimmer

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