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,

Their eyes met.

a

though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

anything yet,

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

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

chin a little higher. “What’s the matter? Cat got your

deep and

with your throat? Are you sick or

“I’m running a fever.”

villa for two days without going out, and it had not rained during that time.

have had a pretty high fever these

less had

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

stood up, and sat directly

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

squatted for much longer, he was afraid

glass of water and continued to

unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually,

one was willing to tell her the

the matter any longer and returned

just parted his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him, “I want

in Samantha’s car and went to the countryside 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 accurately. Samantha said she wanted to join forces with me but was also

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

for himself. Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him.

it from you.” As for whether she believed him or not, that was not something he could

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

and his thin lips slightly parted. “He offended

Nico?

furrowed her brows, sensing he was

out and

to Treyton in some

both

feel at ease before she

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

finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed a mix of cold

stunned as he gazed into the faint glimmer

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