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.

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

as though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

anything yet, and

to these past couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re

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

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

His voice was deep and

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

pretty high fever these past few days given his extremely

more or less had an

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

offer, stood up, and sat directly on the small

short while, his legs began to feel numb,

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

continued to ask, “What happened to Quinton’s injuries?

beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in

was willing to tell her

did not want to dwell on the matter any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why were you at the charity gala that

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

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

let out a cough. He had spoken too much that

filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me

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

her cheek on one hand while the other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile. “Then, I want to know what happened to Quinton’s injury.

momentarily, and his thin lips slightly parted. “He offended

Nico?

furrowed her brows, sensing he was hiding something

sorted things out and roughly figured

to

aside, Samantha could be both the executor

at ease before she settled

stood up and gently straightened her red velvet skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll

as she finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed

into the faint glimmer in her

his senses, Gwendolyn had already taken the black trench coat from the coat

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

a glance