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.

of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal but could

though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

anything yet, and he’s already

past couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go out. Have you not done

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

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

His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his tone conveyed subtle

with your

“I’m running a fever.”

two days without going out, and

had a pretty high fever these

less had an

just

accepted the offer, stood up, and sat

a short while, his legs began

squatted for much longer, he was afraid he might be

poured herself a glass of water and continued

water as his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days, so I’m not sure. Maybe

was willing to

to dwell on the matter any longer and returned to

when Gwendolyn stared

on, “At the party, Samantha was just carrying out orders. There was someone behind

He had spoken too much that his throat felt as though it was

him to pour water for himself. Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him.

I won’t hide it from you.” As for whether she believed him or not, that was not something he

hand while the other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to

thin lips slightly parted. “He offended me, so I

Nico?

brows, sensing

sorted things out and roughly figured

likely related to Treyton in some

aside, Samantha could be both

ease before

was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me today. I’m going

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

into the

time he came to his senses, Gwendolyn had already taken the black trench coat from

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