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.

confused. She gently lifted his chin with her fingertips, forcing him to

Their eyes met.

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

though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

even asked anything yet, and he’s already

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

pursed his thin lips, feeling as if someone was clenching his heart, the pain making it difficult for him

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

curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse,

the matter with your throat? Are you sick or

“I’m running a fever.”

days without going out, and it had not rained during that time. How could he

had a pretty high fever these past few days given his

more or less had an

“Don’t just squat there.

up, and sat directly on the small

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

much longer, he was afraid he might

continued to ask, “What

a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days, so I’m

willing to tell her the

on the matter any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why were you at the

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

was just carrying out orders. There was someone behind her, scheming and planning

much that his throat felt as though it was on

him to pour water for 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,

hide it from you.” As for whether she

her knee. She tilted her head

thin lips slightly parted. “He offended

Nico?

brows, sensing he was hiding something

Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly

to Treyton in

aside, Samantha could be both

feel at ease

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. I’m going to collect a debt from the Lane

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

he gazed into the faint glimmer in her

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