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.

which made her feel even more confused. She gently lifted his chin with her fingertips, forcing him

Their eyes met.

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

though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

asked anything yet,

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

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

higher. “What’s

he responded curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse,

chuckled lightly. “What’s the matter with your throat? Are you sick or

“I’m running a fever.”

for two days without going out, and it

fever these

more or less had an

his chin. “Don’t just

up, and

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

much longer, he was afraid he might be unable to hold

water and continued to

drink water as his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my

to tell her

dwell on the matter any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why were

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

“At the party, Samantha was just carrying out orders. There was someone behind her, scheming and

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

as she stared at

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

Gwendolyn 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 smile. “Then, I want to

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

Nico?

furrowed her brows, sensing he was

speaking, Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly figured it out

to Treyton in

Samantha could be both the executor

feel at ease before she settled

mine,

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

was stunned as he gazed into the faint

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