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 his chin with her fingertips, forcing him to look

Their eyes met.

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

as though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

even asked anything yet,

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

was clenching his heart, the pain making

little higher.

His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his

“What’s the matter with your throat? Are you

“I’m running a fever.”

days without going out, and it

a pretty high fever these past few days given his

more or less

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

stood up, and sat

just a short while, his legs

squatted for much longer, he was afraid he

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

water as his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days, so I’m not sure. Maybe he

one was willing to tell

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,

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

spoken too much that his throat felt as though

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

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

hand while the other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look at him and gave a

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

Nico?

sensing he was hiding something

had sorted things out and roughly

was likely related to

be both the executor and

feel at ease

and gently straightened her red velvet skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me today. I’m going to collect a debt

finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed a

stunned as he gazed into the

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