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

Their eyes met.

hint of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he

though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

yet, and he’s

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

his heart, the pain making it difficult

a little higher.

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

“What’s the matter with your throat? Are you

“I’m running a fever.”

going out, and it had not rained during that time. How could he have caught a

have had a pretty high fever these past few

more or less had

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

and sat directly

just a short while, his legs began to

for much longer, he was afraid he might

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

as his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my

was willing to tell her the

the matter any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why

speak when Gwendolyn stared

to the countryside to meet Natasha.” He gulped and stole a glance at Gwendolyn’s expression. Seeing no change 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 refuse and had plans to silence

had spoken too much that his throat felt as though it

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

it from you.” As for whether she believed him or not, that

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

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

Nico?

brows, sensing he was

and roughly figured

to

could be both the executor and

not feel at ease before

skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine,

speaking, and her charming little face displayed a mix of cold arrogance

stunned as he gazed into

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