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.

as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

feeling aggrieved? “What have you been up to these past couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed

any housework during this time?” Maverick pursed his thin lips, feeling as if someone was clenching

her chin a little

matter? Cat got your

and hoarse, yet his tone conveyed subtle

Gwendolyn chuckled lightly.

throat? Are you sick

days without

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

less had an

released her grip

“Don’t just squat there.

the

the offer, stood up, and

already

his legs began to

squatted for much longer, he was

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

been lying in my room for two days, so I’m

Maybe he fell.

willing to tell

on the matter any

day?” Maverick had just parted his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him

“I rode in Samantha’s car and

and stole

change in her demeanor, he went on, “At the

behind her, scheming and planning everything

person calculated every

possibility that I would refuse

throat felt as though it

gesturing for him to pour water

amusement as she stared

you afraid I’ll become suspicious of you, thinking you’re deliberately exposing yourself?” “Since you want to hear the truth from me, I won’t

whether she believed him or not,

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

look at him and gave a sly

to know

Be honest.

Maverick pondered momentarily, and his

I

her brows, sensing he was hiding

had sorted things out and roughly figured it

likely related to Treyton in some

could be both the executor

not feel at ease before she

gently

mine, I’ll have your people work

to collect a debt

she finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed a mix

gazed into the faint glimmer in

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255