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

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

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

if someone was clenching his heart, the pain

raised her chin a little

got your tongue?” “I’m recuperating,” he responded

hoarse, yet

Gwendolyn chuckled lightly.

throat? Are you

in the villa for two days without going out, and it had not rained during

He must have had a pretty high fever these

more or less had an

grip on

“Don’t just squat there.

the couch over

and sat

already relatively

just a short while, his legs began to feel

longer, he was afraid he might be unable

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

beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for

Maybe he fell.

No one was willing

not want to dwell on the matter any longer and returned to the main

you at the charity gala that day?” Maverick had just parted his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him,

in Samantha’s car and went to the countryside to meet

gulped and stole a glance at

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

was someone behind her, scheming and planning

person calculated every move

also prepared for the possibility

his throat felt as though

a cup, gesturing for him to

filled with amusement as she stared

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

him or not, that

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

head to look at him and

want to know what happened to Quinton’s

Be honest.

and his thin lips slightly

I

her brows,

things out and

to

be both

could not feel at ease before

and gently straightened her red

hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me

a debt from

finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed a mix of cold

into the faint glimmer in

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