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

after feeling totally heartbroken and utterly disappointed. I’ve experienced that pain before, too. If it hurts so much,

Maverick’s hand

watched her figure as she climbed up to the third floor, eventually

was right. Once upon a time, she too had her sincere

experiencing the pain she

He deserved it.

grabbed a broom, and carefully swept up all the fallen

autumn night was bitingly

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

third floor, Gwendolyn did

the window and watched him with icy

minutes, she indifferently withdrew her gaze

until two in the morning and finally

expected, after being exposed to the cold wind for several hours, wearing

up to the sound of coughing

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

with his fist every time

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

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

the trench coat from the coat rack

have a great figure, so you’ll still look good with an extra layer of clothes on

Instead, she

the trench coat. In spite of the calm look in his dark eyes, he looked visibly sick, and his handsome face and lips

and rest. There’s no

adjusting her collar. Following a second of hesitation, he responded,

chair for her. Gwendolyn walked straight over

the yard outside became lively. It was the sound of laughter from a few

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

Gwendolyn let them in, the three of them stood in the empty space

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

is great. Everyone’s back here, so it’s going to be

the side, carefully sizing up the bodyguards one by

and asked, “Who

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