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

Their eyes met.

deep black pupils lay a sense

looked as though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

yet, and he’s already feeling

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 him to catch his

little higher. “What’s

voice was deep and

matter with

“I’m running a fever.”

for two days without going out, and it

a pretty high fever these past few days given

less

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

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

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

much longer, he was

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

moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said

one was willing to tell her

returned to the main topic. “Why were you at the charity gala that

lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared

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 and planning everything meticulously. This person calculated every move

much that his throat

stared at him. “You’re telling

I won’t hide it from you.” As for whether she believed him or

tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile. “Then, I want

lips slightly parted. “He offended me, so I

Nico?

furrowed her brows, sensing he was

things out and roughly

likely related to

aside, Samantha could be both the executor and planner this

not feel at ease before she

your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll

she finished speaking, and her charming little face

into the faint glimmer

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