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.

sensed his awkwardness, which made her feel even more confused. She

Their eyes met.

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

looked as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

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

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

his thin lips, feeling as if someone was clenching his

her chin a little higher. “What’s the

recuperating,” he responded curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his tone

the matter with your throat? Are you

“I’m running a fever.”

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

fever these past few days given his extremely

more or less had

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

stood up, and sat directly on the small couch

was already relatively weak. After he squatted for just a short while, his legs began to

for much longer, he was afraid he might

herself a glass of water and continued to ask, “What

he said casually, “I’ve been lying in

to tell

matter any longer and returned to the main

to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding

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

out a cough. He had spoken too much that his throat felt

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

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

lips, resting her cheek on one hand while the other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look at

slightly parted. “He offended me, so

Nico?

brows, sensing he was hiding something

Gwendolyn had sorted things out and

likely related to

Samantha could be both the executor

feel at ease before she settled the

mine, I’ll have your people work

and her

was stunned as he gazed into the faint glimmer

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