The Ex and Her Riches

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

Their eyes met.

a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal but

as though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

haven’t even asked anything yet, and he’s already

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

as if someone was clenching his heart, the pain making it difficult for him

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

voice was deep and hoarse, yet his tone conveyed subtle

chuckled lightly. “What’s the matter with your throat? Are

“I’m running a fever.”

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

pretty high fever these past few days given his extremely

or less

his chin. “Don’t just squat

offer, stood up, and sat

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

longer, he was afraid he might

herself a glass of water and continued to ask,

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

to tell her

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

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

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

He had spoken too much that his throat felt as though it was on

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,

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

the other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile. “Then, I want to know what happened

his thin lips slightly parted. “He offended

Nico?

her brows, sensing he was hiding something

sorted things out and roughly figured it out at this

likely related to Treyton

Samantha could be both the executor

feel at ease before

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

stars as she finished speaking, and her

was stunned as he gazed into the