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.

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 he tried

looked as though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

haven’t even asked anything yet, and

up to these past couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have

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

raised her chin a little higher. “What’s

His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his tone

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

“I’m running a fever.”

out, and it had not rained

high fever these past few days given his

or less

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

up, and sat directly on

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

he squatted for much longer, he was afraid he might be unable

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

moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days, so

to

not want to dwell on the matter any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why

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

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

much

stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining forces, but aren’t you afraid I’ll become suspicious of you, thinking

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

She tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile.

parted. “He offended

Nico?

brows, sensing he

speaking, Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly

to Treyton

Samantha could be both the executor and planner

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

speaking, and her charming little face displayed a mix of

gazed into the

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