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.

with a hint of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of

though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

yet, and

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

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

chin a little higher.

responded curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse, yet

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

“I’m running a fever.”

going out, and it

have had a pretty high fever these past

more or less had an

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

the offer, stood up, and

After he squatted for just a short while, his legs began

longer, he was afraid he might be unable to

of water and continued to ask, “What happened to Quinton’s

drink water as his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room

willing to tell

dwell on the matter any longer and returned

when Gwendolyn stared

to meet Natasha.” He gulped and stole a glance at Gwendolyn’s 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 and planning everything meticulously. This person calculated every move accurately.

let out a cough. He had spoken too much that his throat felt as

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

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

her head to

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

Nico?

brows, sensing he was

out and roughly figured

likely related to Treyton

could be both the

could not feel at ease before she settled

it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for

her charming little face displayed a mix of cold arrogance and

gazed into the faint glimmer in

already taken the black trench coat

her and contacted Nico, arranging for Neville and his subordinates to work

glance and felt it was still