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

pain before, too. If it hurts so much,

Maverick’s hand off and

she didn’t close the door. Maverick watched her figure as she climbed

she too

merely experiencing the pain she

He deserved it.

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

late autumn night was bitingly

Even when he was holding a wooden broom and doing a mundane task, he exuded an air of

the room on the third floor, Gwendolyn

the window and watched him with icy

she indifferently withdrew her

until two in the morning

to the cold wind for several hours, wearing only a thin layer of clothing,

sound of coughing coming

tall figure bustling in and out of the kitchen. On

wake up, Maverick covered his lips with his fist every time he coughed, trying to keep

watched his every little move. She pressed her red lips together and, without a word,

long-sleeved top and a snowy white

rack by the door and helped her

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

did not refuse. Instead, she

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

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

adjusting her collar. Following a second of

chair for her. Gwendolyn

halfway through her meal when the yard outside became lively.

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

the three of them stood in the empty

waists. Justin, in particular, had

contentedly. “This is great.

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

and asked, “Who

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