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.

feel even more confused. She gently lifted his

Their eyes met.

his deep black pupils lay a sense

as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

yet,

have you been up to these past couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go

was clenching his heart, the pain making it difficult for him to catch

higher. “What’s the

was deep and hoarse, yet his tone

with your throat? Are

“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

fever these past few days given his extremely pale

more or less

“Don’t just

accepted the offer, stood up, and

a short while, his legs began to feel numb, and his head felt a bit

for much longer, he was afraid he might

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

skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days, so I’m not sure. Maybe

one was willing to tell her

not want to dwell on the matter any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why were you

stared

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

He had spoken too much that his throat

himself. Her eyes 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

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

her knee. She tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile. “Then, I want to know what happened to Quinton’s injury. Be

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

Nico?

brows, sensing

Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly

likely related to

aside, Samantha could be both the executor and planner

not feel at ease before

up and gently straightened her red velvet skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine,

stars as she finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed a mix

gazed into the faint glimmer in her

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