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.

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

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 much, you

she finished speaking, she pried Maverick’s hand off and

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

she too

was merely experiencing the pain she

He deserved it.

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

night was bitingly

when he was holding a wooden broom and doing a mundane

third floor,

quietly behind the window and watched him

indifferently withdrew

two in the morning and finally cleaned the yard

to the cold wind for several hours, wearing only a

woke up to the sound of coughing coming

up and putting on her makeup, she went downstairs and immediately saw a tall figure bustling in and out of the kitchen. On the table was

lips with his

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

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

coat rack by the door and

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

refuse. Instead, she

her put on the trench coat. In spite of the calm look in his dark eyes, he looked visibly sick, and

rest. There’s no need

collar. Following a second

pulled out a chair for her.

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

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

three of them stood in the empty space of the living

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

and smiled contentedly. “This is great. Everyone’s back here, so it’s going to be lively from

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

furrowed his brows and asked, “Who are

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