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.

black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he

though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

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

Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go

lips, feeling as if someone was clenching his heart, the pain making it difficult for him to catch his

her chin a little higher. “What’s the

deep and hoarse, yet his tone conveyed

the matter with your throat? Are you

“I’m running a fever.”

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

these past

more or less had an

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

and sat directly on the small couch

he squatted for just a short while, his legs

he squatted for much longer, he was afraid he might

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

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

to tell her the

returned to the main

stared at him intently, reminding him, “I

went to the countryside 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.

much that his throat

amusement as she stared at him.

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

her knee. She tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile. “Then, I want

slightly parted. “He offended me, so I

Nico?

her brows, sensing he was hiding something

things out and roughly figured it out

likely related to

both the executor

at ease before she settled the

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

and her charming little face displayed a mix of

stunned as he gazed into the faint glimmer in

already taken

arranging for Neville and his subordinates to work for her for

took a glance and felt it was still