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.

awkwardness, which made her feel even more confused. She gently lifted his chin with

Their eyes met.

eyes were tinged with a hint of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal but could

as though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

even asked anything yet,

have said you’re not allowed to go out.

was clenching his heart, the pain making it difficult

chin a little higher. “What’s the

voice was deep and hoarse, yet his tone conveyed subtle

“What’s the matter with your throat? Are

“I’m running a fever.”

for two days without going out, and it had not rained during that time. How could he have caught a

had a pretty high fever these

more or less had an

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

stood up, and sat directly

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

was afraid he might be unable to

continued to ask, “What happened to Quinton’s injuries? Who did

water as his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve

willing to tell

want to dwell on the matter any longer and returned to the

to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him

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

too much that his throat felt as though it

with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re

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

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

parted. “He

Nico?

sensing he

speaking, Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly figured it out at

to

Samantha could be both the

ease before she settled the

stood up and gently straightened her red velvet skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me today.

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

as he gazed into the faint

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