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.

confused. She gently

Their eyes met.

a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to

as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

anything yet,

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

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

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

he responded curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse,

“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 could he have

have had a pretty high fever these

or less had

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

accepted the offer, stood up, and sat directly on the

he squatted for just a short while, his legs began to feel numb,

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

poured herself a glass of water and continued to ask, “What happened

her drink water as his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days, so I’m not sure. Maybe

to tell her the

did not want to dwell on the matter any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why were you at the charity

to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him

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 to silence

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

himself. Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining forces, but

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

her lips, resting her cheek on one hand while the other was propped on her knee. She tilted her

thin lips slightly parted. “He offended me, so I had Nico hurt

Nico?

furrowed her brows, sensing he

things out and roughly figured it out at this

related to

Samantha could be both the executor and planner

not feel at ease before

who hurt mine, I’ll have your

like stars as she finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed a

gazed into the

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