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.

a wounded heart would ache, but these words felt strange coming from Maverick’s

pain before, too. If it hurts so much, you should let go sooner. The words I said to Charles today were

soon as she finished speaking, she pried Maverick’s hand off and entered the villa without looking

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

right. Once upon a time, she too had her sincere feelings hurt by

was merely experiencing the pain

He deserved it.

to the backyard, grabbed a broom, and carefully swept up all the fallen leaves in

night was

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

room on the third floor, Gwendolyn did not turn on

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

she indifferently withdrew her gaze and

the morning and finally cleaned the

hours, wearing only a thin layer of

the sound of coughing

immediately saw a tall figure bustling in and out of the

it was time for Gwendolyn to wake up, Maverick covered his lips with his fist every time he

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

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

the coat rack

chilly, so even when you’re indoors, make sure to keep warm. You have a great figure, so you’ll still look

she lifted her head to

calm look in his dark eyes, he looked visibly sick, and his handsome

off and rest. There’s no need to

a second of hesitation, he responded,

out a chair for her. Gwendolyn walked straight over and

halfway through her meal when the yard outside became lively. It was the sound of laughter from

wounds had almost healed, so they were discharged from the hospital that day. As for Justin, the newcomer, he had also recovered aside from some remaining bruises on

of them stood in the empty space of

height, with well-built physiques, long legs, and narrow waists. Justin, in particular, had slightly tanner skin than the

and smiled contentedly. “This is great. Everyone’s back here, so it’s

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

brows and

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