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.

more confused. She gently lifted his chin with her fingertips, forcing him to look

Their eyes met.

black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal

as though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

even asked anything yet, and he’s already feeling

days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said

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

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

curtly. His voice was deep

the matter with your throat?

“I’m running a fever.”

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

a pretty high fever these past few

or less had an

just squat there.

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

After he squatted for just a short while,

much longer, he was afraid he might

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

Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room

one was willing to tell

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

to speak when Gwendolyn stared at

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

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

himself. Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me about

you.” As for whether she

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

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

Nico?

her brows, sensing he was

and

related to Treyton in some

could be both the executor and planner

at ease before she settled

subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me today. I’m

finished speaking, and her

he gazed into the

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255