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

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

been up to these past couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re not

feeling as if someone was clenching his heart, the pain making it difficult

her chin

your

and hoarse, yet his tone conveyed

Gwendolyn chuckled lightly.

matter with your throat? Are you sick or

two days without going out, and it had

He must have had a pretty high fever these past few days given his extremely pale

or less had

released her grip

“Don’t just squat there.

on the couch over

Maverick accepted the offer, stood up, and sat

already relatively

his legs began to feel numb, and his head felt a bit

was afraid he might be unable to hold

ask, “What happened to Quinton’s injuries? Who did it?”

lying in my

Maybe he fell.

was willing to tell her the

dwell on the matter

parted his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding

Samantha’s car and went to the countryside

He gulped and stole

no change in her demeanor, he went on, “At the party, Samantha

someone behind her, scheming and

calculated every

join forces with me but was also prepared for the possibility that I would refuse and had plans to silence me…”

throat felt as though

gesturing for him to

were filled with amusement as

of you, thinking you’re deliberately exposing yourself?” “Since you want to hear the truth from me, I won’t hide it from

whether she believed him or not, that was not

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

her head to look at

I want to know what happened to

Be honest.

and his thin

I had Nico hurt

Nico? Gwendolyn furrowed her brows, sensing he was

out and roughly figured it

to

both the executor and planner this

feel at ease before

up and gently

mine, I’ll have your

going to collect a debt from

speaking, and her

he gazed into

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