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,

Their eyes met.

Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability

as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

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

Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re

feeling as if someone was clenching his heart, the

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

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

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

“I’m running a fever.”

had been staying in the villa for two days without going out, and it had not rained during that time.

pretty high fever these

less had

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

accepted the offer, stood up, and sat directly on the small

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

he was afraid he might

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

moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve

to

longer and returned to the main

his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him

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 I would

much that his throat felt as though it was on

gesturing for him to pour water for himself. Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me

I won’t hide it from you.” As for whether she believed him or not,

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

slightly parted. “He offended

Nico?

brows, sensing he

Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly figured it out at

was likely related to Treyton in some

could be both

at ease before she settled the

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

as she finished speaking, and her

he gazed into the

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