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.

though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

up to these past couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re

pursed his thin lips, feeling as if someone was clenching his heart, the pain

raised her chin a

got your tongue?” “I’m recuperating,”

hoarse, yet his

Gwendolyn chuckled lightly.

your throat? Are you

He had been staying in the villa for two days without going out, and

he have caught a fever? He must have had a pretty high fever these

less had

grip on his

“Don’t just squat there.

the couch

Maverick accepted the offer, stood up, and sat directly

already relatively

while, his legs began to feel numb, and

squatted for much longer, he was afraid he might be unable to

continued to ask, “What happened to Quinton’s injuries? Who did it?” Maverick watched her drink

said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days,

Maybe he fell.

one was willing

want to dwell on the matter any longer and

just parted his lips to speak

rode in Samantha’s car and went

He gulped and stole a glance

change in her demeanor, he went on, “At the party, Samantha was just

her, scheming and planning

person calculated every

to join forces with me but was also prepared for the possibility that

much that his throat felt as

handed him a cup, gesturing for him

amusement as

become suspicious of you, thinking you’re deliberately exposing

or

on one hand

head to look at him and gave a sly

to know what happened

Be honest.

pondered momentarily, and

offended me, so I

brows, sensing he was hiding

and roughly figured it

to

both

could not feel at ease before she settled the

and gently straightened her red velvet

subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people

to collect a debt

sparkled like stars as she finished speaking, and her charming little face

was stunned as he gazed into the faint glimmer

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