The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

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.

red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he

though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

haven’t even asked anything yet, and he’s

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

someone was clenching his heart, the

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

curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse,

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

“I’m running a fever.”

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

have had a pretty high fever these past few days given

or less had

“Don’t just squat there. Sit on the couch over

and

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

he was afraid he might be unable

herself a glass of water and continued to ask, “What happened to Quinton’s injuries? Who

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 he

willing to tell

matter any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why were you

to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him, “I

he went on, “At the party, Samantha was just carrying out orders. There was someone behind her, scheming and planning everything meticulously. This person calculated every move accurately. Samantha said

out a cough. He had spoken too much that his throat felt as though it was

amusement as she stared

it from you.” As for whether she believed him or not, that was not something

on her knee. She tilted her head to look

pondered momentarily, and his thin lips slightly parted. “He offended me, so I had

Nico?

her brows, sensing he

Gwendolyn had sorted things out and

was likely related to

Samantha could be both the executor and planner

could not feel at ease before she settled the

subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your

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

he gazed into

his senses, Gwendolyn had already taken the black trench

for Neville and his

everyone had gathered, Gwendolyn took a glance and felt it was