Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

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.

eyes were tinged with a hint of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and

as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

even asked anything yet,

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

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

her chin a little higher. “What’s the matter? Cat got

was deep and hoarse, yet his tone conveyed subtle

“What’s the matter with your throat? Are you

“I’m running a fever.”

going out, and it had not rained

fever these past few

more or less

her grip on his chin. “Don’t just

accepted the offer, stood up, and

squatted for just a short while, his legs began to feel

he squatted for much longer, he was afraid he might

poured herself a glass of water and continued to ask, “What happened to

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

one was willing to

and returned to the main topic.

his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him

expression. Seeing no change in her demeanor, he went on, “At the party, Samantha was just carrying out orders. There was someone behind her, scheming

cough. He had spoken too much

she stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining forces, but aren’t you afraid I’ll become suspicious of you, thinking

I won’t hide it from you.” As for whether she believed him

her cheek on one hand while the other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile. “Then, I want

thin lips slightly parted. “He offended

Nico?

furrowed her brows, sensing he was hiding

Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly figured it out at

to

be both

ease before she settled the

velvet skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for

her charming little face displayed a mix of cold arrogance

as he gazed into the faint glimmer in her

came to his senses, Gwendolyn had already taken the

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