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.

more confused. She

Their eyes met.

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

looked as though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

haven’t even asked anything yet,

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

as if someone was clenching his

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

responded curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse, yet

chuckled lightly. “What’s the matter with your

“I’m running a fever.”

out, and it had not rained during that time. How

had a pretty high fever these past few

more or less

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

accepted the offer, stood up, and

a short while, his legs began to feel numb, and his head felt a bit

was afraid

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

Without skipping a beat, he said casually,

was willing to tell her the

and returned to the main topic.

parted his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently,

on, “At the party, Samantha was just carrying out orders. There was someone behind her, scheming and planning everything meticulously. This person

he let out a cough. He had spoken too much that his

casually 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 you afraid I’ll become suspicious of you, thinking you’re deliberately

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

slightly curved her lips, resting her cheek on one hand while the other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly

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

Nico?

furrowed her brows, sensing he was

sorted things out and roughly figured it out at

was likely related to Treyton in

Samantha could be both the executor and

could not feel at ease before she settled

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

as she finished speaking, and her charming

as he gazed into the faint

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