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

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,

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

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

was right. Once upon a time, she too

he was merely experiencing the

He deserved it.

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

late autumn night was bitingly

shirt, his face pale. Even when he was holding a wooden broom and doing a mundane task,

the room on the third floor, Gwendolyn

window and watched him with icy eyes, seemingly

indifferently withdrew

sweeping until two in the morning and

several hours, wearing only a thin layer of clothing, he caught a cold

the sound of coughing coming

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

to wake up, Maverick covered his lips with his fist every time

his every little move. She pressed her red lips together

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

rack by the

keep warm. You have a great figure, so

Instead, she

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

take a day off and rest. There’s no need to force

adjusting her collar. Following a second of

her. Gwendolyn

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

healed, so they were discharged from the hospital that day. As for Justin, the newcomer, he had also recovered aside from

of them stood in the empty space of the

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

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

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

his brows and asked, “Who

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