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.

would ache, but these words felt strange coming from

retorted, “How ridiculous. It’s natural for someone to choose to let go after feeling totally heartbroken and utterly disappointed. I’ve experienced that pain before,

pried Maverick’s hand off and entered the villa without looking

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

a time, she too had

he was merely experiencing the pain

He deserved it.

more time. He went to the backyard, grabbed a broom, and carefully

late autumn night

was holding a wooden broom and doing a mundane task, he exuded

third floor, Gwendolyn did not turn on the

the window and watched

a few minutes, she indifferently withdrew her gaze and went

sweeping until two in the morning

several hours, wearing only

woke up to the sound of coughing coming

tall figure bustling in and out of the kitchen. On the table was a spread of freshly-made

his lips with his fist every time he coughed, trying to keep

in the stairwell for a while and watched his every little move. She pressed her red lips together and, without a word, quietly descended the

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

trench coat from the coat rack by the door and helped her

to keep warm. You have a great figure, so you’ll still look good with an

Instead, she

the trench coat. In spite of the calm look

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

adjusting her collar. Following a

for her. Gwendolyn walked straight over and sat down,

when the yard outside became lively. It was the

the hospital that day. As for Justin, the newcomer, he had also recovered aside from some remaining bruises on his

in, the three of them stood in

narrow waists. Justin, in particular, had slightly tanner skin than the other

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

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

his brows and

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