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.

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

Their eyes met.

a hint of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal but could not quite

though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

anything yet, and

have you been up to these past couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go out. Have you not done any

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

higher. “What’s

deep

matter with

“I’m running a fever.”

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

these past few days given his

or less had

grip on his chin. “Don’t just

offer, stood up, and sat directly on

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

much longer, he was afraid he might be unable

herself a glass of water and continued to ask, “What happened to Quinton’s injuries? Who did

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

one was willing to tell her the

any longer and returned to the main topic.

had just parted his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at

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 prepared for the possibility that

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

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

from me, I won’t hide it from you.”

other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile.

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

Nico?

brows, sensing

things out and roughly figured

related to Treyton in some

both the executor and

feel at ease before

up and gently straightened her red velvet skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your

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

as he gazed into the faint glimmer in