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.

which made her feel even more confused. 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 to conceal but could

as though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

yet, and he’s

been up to these past couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to

thin lips, feeling as if someone was clenching his

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

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

the matter with your throat?

“I’m running a fever.”

been staying in the villa for two days without going out, and it had not rained during

fever these past few

or less had

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

up, and

a short while, his legs began to feel numb,

was afraid he might be

water and continued

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

to tell

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

to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently,

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

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

eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining forces, but aren’t you afraid I’ll become suspicious of you,

it from you.”

her

momentarily, and his thin lips slightly parted. “He offended me,

Nico?

furrowed her brows, sensing

Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly figured it

was likely related to Treyton in

be both the

at ease before she settled

was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have

eyes sparkled like stars as she finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed a mix of cold

stunned as he gazed into the faint glimmer

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