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.

her feel even more confused. She gently lifted his

Their eyes met.

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

looked as though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

yet, and

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

if someone was clenching his heart, the

little higher. “What’s the matter?

voice was deep and hoarse, yet his tone

lightly. “What’s the matter with your throat?

“I’m running a fever.”

two days without going out, and it had not rained during that time. How

have had a pretty high fever these past

or less had an

chin. “Don’t just

and

a short while, his legs began to feel

was afraid he might be unable to

poured herself a glass of water and continued

Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually,

to tell her

want to dwell on the matter any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why were you at the charity gala that

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

Samantha’s car and went 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

too much

she stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining forces, but aren’t you afraid I’ll

you.” As

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 know what happened to Quinton’s

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

Nico?

brows, sensing

out and roughly figured it out

was likely related to

aside, Samantha could be both the executor and

at ease before

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

her charming little face displayed a mix of

gazed into the faint glimmer in

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