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

let go after feeling totally heartbroken and utterly disappointed. I’ve experienced that pain before,

Maverick’s hand off and entered the villa without

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

she too had her sincere

merely experiencing the pain she

He deserved it.

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

late autumn night was

when he was holding a wooden broom and doing

the room on the third floor, Gwendolyn

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

indifferently withdrew her gaze and went

continued sweeping until two in the morning and finally cleaned

after being exposed to the cold wind for several hours, wearing only a thin layer of clothing, he caught a cold the

to the sound of

figure bustling in and out of the kitchen. On

with his fist every time he coughed, trying

every little move. She pressed her red lips together and, without a word, quietly descended the

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

hurriedly grabbed the trench coat from the coat rack by the door and helped

keep warm. You have a great figure,

she lifted her head to

spite of the calm look in his dark eyes, he looked visibly sick, and his

a day off and rest. There’s no need to force yourself to go to Wright

Following a second of hesitation, he responded,

a chair for her. Gwendolyn walked straight over

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

they were discharged from the hospital that day. As for

them stood in the empty space of

physiques, long legs, and narrow waists. Justin, in particular, had slightly tanner skin than the other two. In general, they were quite

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

up the bodyguards one by one before his gaze paused on Justin’s

his brows and asked,

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