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.

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

Their eyes met.

eyes were tinged with a hint of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance

as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

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

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

clenching his heart, the pain making it difficult for him

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

curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse, yet

the matter with

“I’m running a fever.”

staying in the villa for two days without going out, and it had not rained during that time. How could he have caught a

must have had a pretty high fever these

or less had

“Don’t just squat there. Sit on the

and sat directly on

for just a short while, his legs began

squatted for much longer, he was afraid he might

of water and continued to ask,

said casually, “I’ve been lying in my

was willing to tell her the

to dwell on the matter any longer and returned

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

party, Samantha was just carrying out orders. There was someone behind her, scheming and planning everything meticulously. This person calculated every move accurately.

had spoken too much that his throat felt

casually handed him a cup, gesturing for him to pour water for himself. Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me about

from me, I won’t hide it from you.” As for whether she believed him or not, that was not

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

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

Nico?

her brows, sensing he

and roughly figured it out at

likely related to Treyton in some

be both the

ease

who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for

like stars as she finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed a mix of cold arrogance and

gazed into the faint glimmer in her

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