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

Their eyes met.

eyes were tinged with a hint of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a

though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

anything yet, and

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

someone was clenching his heart, the pain making it

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

voice was deep and hoarse, yet his

with your throat? Are you sick

“I’m running a fever.”

villa for two days without going out, and it had not rained

fever these past few days given his extremely pale

less

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

stood up, and sat directly on

already relatively weak. After he squatted for just a short while, his legs began to feel numb, and his

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

glass of water and continued to ask, “What happened to

unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days, so I’m not

was willing to tell

and returned to the main

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

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

he let out a cough. He had spoken too much that his throat

casually handed him a 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 I’ll become suspicious of you, thinking

it from you.” As for whether she believed him

her head to

thin lips slightly parted.

Nico?

her brows, sensing he was

out and roughly figured it

was likely related to Treyton in

Samantha could be both

ease before

red velvet skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me today. I’m going to collect a

as she finished speaking, and her

into the faint glimmer in her

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