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.

course, a wounded heart would ache, but

ridiculous. It’s natural for someone to choose to let go after feeling totally heartbroken and utterly disappointed. I’ve experienced that pain before, too. If it hurts so

speaking, she pried Maverick’s hand off and

time, she didn’t close the door. Maverick watched her figure as she climbed up to the third floor, eventually disappearing around

she too had her

experiencing

He deserved it.

the backyard, grabbed a broom, and

late autumn night was

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

the room on the third floor, Gwendolyn did not

the window and watched him with icy eyes, seemingly lost in

a few minutes, she indifferently withdrew

until two in the

wearing only

sound of coughing

downstairs and immediately saw a tall figure bustling in

covered his lips with his fist

in the stairwell for a while and watched his every little move. She pressed her

Gwendolyn in a black velvet long-sleeved top and a snowy white tulle skirt. Her

the trench coat from the coat rack by the door

when you’re indoors, make sure to keep warm. You have a great figure, so you’ll still look good with an extra layer of clothes on you,” he

not refuse. Instead, she lifted her head to observe

was carefully helping her put on the trench coat. In spite of the calm look in his dark eyes, he looked visibly sick, and his handsome face and lips lacked

you’re sick, take a day off and rest. There’s no need to force yourself

her collar. Following a second

a chair for her. Gwendolyn walked straight over

was halfway through her meal when the yard outside became lively.

the hospital that day. As

in, the three of them stood in the empty space of the living

similar height, with well-built physiques, long legs, and narrow waists. Justin, in particular, had slightly tanner skin than the other two. In general, they were

took a sip of oatmeal and smiled contentedly. “This is great. Everyone’s

stood silently to the side, carefully sizing up the bodyguards one by

furrowed his brows and asked, “Who

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