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.

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

Their eyes met.

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

as though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

even asked anything yet, and

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

was clenching his heart, the

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

responded curtly. His voice was deep

chuckled lightly. “What’s the matter with

“I’m running a fever.”

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

a pretty high fever these past few days given his extremely pale

or less had

chin. “Don’t just squat there. Sit

up, and

for just a short while, his legs

squatted for much longer, he was

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

unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days,

was willing to tell her

to dwell on the matter any longer and returned to the main topic.

speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him, “I want

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

a cough. He had spoken too much that his throat felt

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 you’re deliberately exposing

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

and his thin lips slightly parted.

Nico?

sensing he was hiding

and roughly

likely related to Treyton in

could be both the executor and planner this

ease before she settled the

skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people

her charming little face displayed

stunned as he gazed into the faint

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