The Ex and Her Riches

Chapter 171

Gwendolyn had known Maverick for so long. Although he had put on the pitiful act a few times before, this was the first time Gwendolyn had seen him sniffling like an actual child.

Is he genuinely sad?

She sighed helplessly, her tone softening a bit. “We agreed to put on a show. Did you get emotionally involved?”

Maverick remained silent with his eyes lowered. Within those dark pupils, there was a hint of vulnerability.

He was indeed emotionally involved, deeply immersed, and completely captivated.

In the end, he was left battered and bruised by the harsh reality, his heart aching intensely.

Gwendolyn didn’t have much to say; she knew that staying alert from beginning to end was the only way to avoid losing her rationality.

Acting was just acting; the fake could never become real. She had always been able to distinguish between the two clearly.

He wants me to coax him? Impossible.

Moreover, Gwendolyn couldn’t come up with any comforting words to say.

She turned around to leave decisively. Her tone regained its coldness as she urged, “Hurry up and get to work. I’m going to sleep.”

Just as she took a step forward, Maverick gripped her wrist from behind.

With a weary expression on her face, she said, “Let go. I’m tired.” She just wanted to sleep.

However, Maverick did not budge, his reddened eyes gazing at her with immense grievance.

“Gwendolyn… Can you occasionally show some concern and consider my feelings too? After all, a wounded heart will eventually ache.”

There was a touch of imploration in his deep, quivering voice. His Adam’s apple moved gently, and he held her wrist with force.

Gwendolyn’s back stiffened as she stood still.

but these words felt strange coming from

to let go after feeling totally heartbroken and utterly disappointed. I’ve experienced that pain before, too. If it hurts so much, you should let go sooner. The words I said to Charles today were also for

she pried Maverick’s hand off and entered the

door. Maverick watched her figure as she climbed up to the third

upon a time, she too had her

experiencing the pain she once

He deserved it.

waste any more time. He went to the backyard, grabbed a

late autumn night was

white shirt, his face pale. Even when he was holding a wooden broom and doing a mundane task,

room on the third floor, Gwendolyn did not turn on the

the window and watched him with icy eyes, seemingly lost

indifferently withdrew her gaze and went

two in the morning and

for several hours, wearing only a thin

sound

figure bustling in and out of the kitchen. On the table

with his fist every time

move. She pressed her red lips together and, without a

turned around and saw Gwendolyn in a black velvet long-sleeved top and a snowy white

from the coat rack

have a great figure, so you’ll still look

not refuse. Instead, she lifted her head

helping her put on the trench coat. In spite of the calm look in his

no need

a

a chair for her. Gwendolyn walked straight over and sat down, silently eating her

became lively. It was the sound of laughter from

that day. As for

let them in, the three of them stood in the empty

legs, and narrow waists. Justin, in particular, had slightly tanner skin than

a sip of oatmeal and smiled contentedly. “This is great. Everyone’s back here, so it’s going to

silently to the side, carefully sizing up the bodyguards one by one before his gaze

furrowed his brows and asked, “Who are

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