Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 155

As Gwendolyn slipped on her slippers, she observed him closely.

She took off her trench coat and handed it to him.

Maverick paused for a second.

His long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his handsome face was pale.

He obediently took the trench coat from Gwendolyn and helped her hang it on the coat rack.

He did not take the initiative to speak, completely unlike his usual attentive and diligent self.

Gwendolyn’s expression grew darker and darker.

Maverick did not notice at all and turned his head to glance at the clock on the living room wall.

It was almost noon already.

He eagerly headed to the kitchen to prepare a meal.

Gwendolyn sat on the couch with an imposing posture.

“Come here.

” Her tone was cold when she spoke, leaving no room for interruption.

Maverick’s broad back stiffened for a moment, then he turned around, walked to her, and stood still.

She did not look up, her expression somewhat cold.

“I remember someone once said they wouldn’t make me look up to them.

” Maverick did not budge, feeling awkward as he noticed her attitude toward him remained icy cold.

Did Treyton really not tell her that I was the one who saved her? Anyway, did Gwendolyn come back today to settle the score of my attending the charity gala with Samantha? He had thought he could balance his merits and demerits.

Suddenly, he felt a suffocating tightness in his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

“Hmm?” It was an imposing hum, possessing a delicate, gentle tone produced uniquely by women.

Gwendolyn was growing a bit impatient.

Maverick froze for two seconds, then went down on one knee, slowly squatting in front of her feet.

His eyes were still downcast, and his eyelashes trembled gently.

Gwendolyn sensed his awkwardness, which made her feel even more confused.

She gently lifted his chin with her fingertips, forcing him to look up.

Their eyes met.

Maverick’s eyes were tinged with a hint of red.

Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal but could not quite hide.

looked as though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

you been up to these past couple of days? Mr. Harris

lips, feeling as if someone was

her chin

got your tongue?” “I’m

and hoarse, yet

Gwendolyn chuckled lightly.

matter with your throat? Are you sick or something?”

days without going out, and it had not rained

could he have caught a fever? He must have had a pretty high fever these past few days given

less had

grip on his

“Don’t just squat there.

on the

Maverick accepted the offer, stood up, and sat directly on the

was already relatively

short while, his legs began to feel numb, and his head felt

longer, he was afraid he

to ask, “What happened to Quinton’s injuries? Who did it?” Maverick watched her drink water as his Adam’s apple unconsciously

lying in my room for two days, so

Maybe he fell.

No one was willing to

matter any longer and returned to

Maverick had just parted his lips to speak when

in Samantha’s car and went to

gulped and stole a glance

in her demeanor, he went on,

her, scheming and planning

calculated every

but was also prepared for the possibility that I would refuse

that his throat felt as

a cup, gesturing for him

eyes were filled with amusement as

but aren’t you afraid I’ll become suspicious of you, thinking you’re deliberately exposing yourself?” “Since you want to hear

believed him or not, that was not something he could

slightly curved her lips, resting her cheek on one hand while the other was propped

her head to look at him and

I want to know what happened to

Be honest.

Maverick pondered momentarily, and his

I

brows,

sorted things out and roughly figured it

likely related to Treyton in

be both the

ease before she settled

gently straightened her

hurt mine, I’ll

collect a

finished speaking, and her charming little

stunned as he gazed into the faint glimmer in

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