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.

She gently lifted his chin with her

Their eyes met.

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

as though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

anything yet, and he’s

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

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

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

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

the matter with your throat?

“I’m running a fever.”

days without going out, and it had

must have had a pretty high fever these past few days

less

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

stood up, and sat directly on

while, his legs began to feel numb,

squatted for much longer, he was afraid he might

continued to ask,

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

one was willing to tell her

dwell on the matter any longer and returned to

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

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

too much that his throat felt as though it was

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

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

was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile. “Then, I want

parted. “He offended me, so I

Nico?

furrowed her brows, sensing he was hiding

and roughly

to

Samantha could be both the

not feel at ease before she settled the

your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me today. I’m

her charming little face displayed

gazed into the faint glimmer

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