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.

sensed his awkwardness, which made her feel even more confused. She gently lifted his chin with her fingertips, forcing him to look

Their eyes met.

Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal

looked as though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

even asked anything yet, and he’s already feeling

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

clenching his

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

he responded curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his tone conveyed subtle

the matter with your throat? Are you

“I’m running a fever.”

the villa for two days without going out, and it had not

must have had a pretty high fever these past few days given his extremely pale

more or less had an

chin. “Don’t just squat there. Sit

up, and

short while, his legs began to feel numb, and his head

squatted for much longer, he was afraid he

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

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,

one was willing to tell her

and returned to the main topic. “Why were

speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him, “I want to

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

too much that his throat felt

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

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

on her knee. She tilted her head to look at him

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

Nico?

her brows, sensing he was hiding something

Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly figured it out at

likely related to

aside, Samantha could be both the executor and

could not feel at ease before she settled the

who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me today. I’m going to collect a debt from the

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

he gazed into the faint glimmer in her

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