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 felt strange coming

to let go after feeling totally heartbroken and utterly disappointed. I’ve experienced that pain before, too. If it hurts so much, you should let go sooner. The words I said to Charles

finished speaking, she pried Maverick’s hand off

close the door. Maverick watched her figure as she climbed up to the third floor, eventually disappearing around the

upon a time, she too had her sincere feelings hurt by

merely experiencing the pain she once

He deserved it.

waste any more time. He went to the backyard, grabbed a broom, and carefully swept up all the fallen leaves

autumn night

wore only a thin white shirt, his face pale. Even when he was holding a

the third floor, Gwendolyn did not turn

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

few minutes, she indifferently withdrew her gaze and went to

continued sweeping until two in the morning and finally cleaned

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

the sound of

tall figure bustling in and out of the kitchen. On the table was a

it was time for Gwendolyn to wake up, Maverick covered his lips with his fist every time he coughed, trying

while and watched his every little move. She pressed her red lips

velvet long-sleeved top and a snowy white tulle skirt. Her thin

coat rack by

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

not refuse. Instead, she lifted her head

put on the trench coat. In spite of the calm look

no need to force yourself to go

collar. Following a second of hesitation, he

coat, he pulled out a chair for her. Gwendolyn walked straight over

meal when the yard outside became lively. It

Ezra’s knife wounds had almost healed, so they were discharged from the hospital that day. As

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

waists. Justin, in particular, had slightly tanner skin

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

side, carefully sizing up the bodyguards one by one

brows and

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