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.

more confused. She gently lifted

Their eyes met.

black pupils lay a sense of

though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

yet, and he’s already feeling

seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go out. Have you not done

his heart,

a little higher.

His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his tone conveyed

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

“I’m running a fever.”

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

pretty high fever these past few days given his

less had

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

the offer, stood up, and sat directly on the

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

longer, he was afraid he might be unable

of water and continued to ask, “What happened

beat, he said casually, “I’ve

was willing to

any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why

speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him, “I want

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 was also prepared for the

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

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

I won’t hide it from you.”

Gwendolyn slightly 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 want to know what

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

Nico?

brows, sensing he was

Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly figured it out

was likely related to Treyton in

aside, Samantha could be both the executor and planner this

at ease

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

and her

gazed into the faint

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