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.

lay a

though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

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

Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go out.

his

raised her chin a little higher. “What’s

deep and hoarse, yet

with your throat?

“I’m running a fever.”

out, and it had not rained during

fever these past

or less had an

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

the offer, stood up, and sat directly

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

was

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

as his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been

one was willing to

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

lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding

on, “At the party, Samantha was just carrying out orders. There was someone behind her,

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

for himself. Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me about

hide it from you.” As for whether she believed him

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

parted. “He offended me, so I had Nico

Nico?

furrowed her brows, sensing he

and roughly figured

likely related to Treyton in some

could be both the executor

could not feel at ease before she settled the

hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me

she finished speaking, and her charming little face

gazed into the faint

came to his senses, Gwendolyn had already taken the black trench coat

hurriedly followed her and contacted Nico, arranging for Neville and

gathered, Gwendolyn took a glance and felt it was still