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 tried to conceal but

though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

haven’t even asked anything yet,

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

his heart, the pain making it difficult

higher. “What’s

voice was deep and hoarse, yet his

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

“I’m running a fever.”

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

high fever these past few days given

or less

released her grip on his chin. “Don’t just squat there. Sit on the

and sat directly

he squatted for just a short while, his legs began

squatted for much longer, he was afraid he might be unable to hold

water and continued to

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

to tell

not want to dwell on the matter any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why were

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

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. Samantha said she wanted to join forces with me but was also prepared for the possibility that I would refuse and had plans

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

water for himself. Her eyes were 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

it from you.” As for whether she

tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile.

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

Nico?

sensing he was

Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly figured it out at this

was likely related to Treyton

be both the executor and planner

feel at ease before she

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

her charming little face displayed a

was stunned as he gazed into the faint

senses, Gwendolyn had already taken the black trench coat from

arranging for Neville and his subordinates

Gwendolyn took a glance and felt it was still