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.

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

Their eyes met.

Within his deep black pupils lay a sense

though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

asked anything yet, and

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

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

a little higher. “What’s the matter? Cat

recuperating,” he responded curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse, yet

the matter with your throat?

“I’m running a fever.”

going out, and it had not rained during that time. How could

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

less had an

chin. “Don’t just squat

up, and sat directly

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

for much longer, he was afraid he

poured herself a glass of water and continued

a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in

to

dwell on the matter any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why were you at the charity gala

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

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

too much that his throat felt as though it was

cup, gesturing for him to pour 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

won’t hide it from you.” As for whether

She tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile. “Then, I want to know what happened to

parted. “He offended me, so I had

Nico?

brows, sensing he

had sorted things out and roughly figured it out at

was likely related to Treyton

could be both the executor and

ease before she settled the

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

gazed into the

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