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.

his awkwardness, which made her feel even more confused. She gently lifted his chin with her fingertips, forcing him to look

Their eyes met.

lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to

looked as though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

asked anything yet, and

Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go out. Have you not done any housework during this

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

higher. “What’s the

deep and hoarse, yet his

matter with your throat? Are

“I’m running a fever.”

days without going out, and it had not rained during

have had a pretty high fever these past few days

or less had

his chin. “Don’t just squat there. Sit on the couch over

and sat

After he squatted for just a short while, his legs began to feel numb, and his head felt a bit

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

poured herself a glass of water and continued to

as his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days, so I’m not sure. Maybe

was willing to tell her

returned to

lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared

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

cough. He had spoken too much that his throat felt as though it was

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

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

slightly curved her lips, resting her cheek on one hand while 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 what happened to Quinton’s injury.

parted. “He offended me, so I had Nico

Nico?

furrowed her brows, sensing he was

sorted things out and

was likely related to Treyton in

Samantha could be both the executor and

not feel at ease before she

it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me today. I’m going to collect

as she finished speaking, and her

into the faint glimmer

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