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.

even more confused. She gently lifted his chin

Their eyes met.

his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that

as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

haven’t even asked anything yet, and he’s

seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go out. Have you not done any housework

his thin lips, feeling as if someone was clenching his

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

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

with your throat? Are you sick or

“I’m running a fever.”

been staying in the villa for two days without going out, and it had not rained during that time. How could he have

fever these past

more or less

chin. “Don’t just

and sat

squatted for just a short while, his legs

squatted for much longer, he was afraid he might

and continued to ask,

watched her drink water as his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said

willing to tell her

did not want to 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

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

cough. He had spoken too much that his throat felt as though it was on

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

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

her knee. She tilted her head to look

his thin lips slightly parted. “He offended

Nico?

brows, sensing he

had sorted things out and roughly figured it out at

to Treyton in

aside, Samantha could be both the

could not feel at ease

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

speaking, and her charming little face displayed a mix of cold arrogance and

was stunned as he gazed into the faint

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