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.

were tinged with a hint of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal but could not

as though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

yet, and he’s already feeling

days? Mr. Harris seemed to have

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

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

curtly. His voice was deep

with

“I’m running a fever.”

had been staying in the villa for two days without going out, and it had not rained during that time.

have had a pretty high fever these past few days given his extremely

more or less had an

on his chin. “Don’t just squat

offer, stood up, and sat directly on the small

After he squatted for just a short while, his legs began to feel numb, and his head felt a bit

he was afraid he might be unable to

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

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

to tell her

the matter any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why were you

had just parted his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him, “I want to hear the

no change in her demeanor, he went on, “At the party, Samantha was just carrying out orders. There was someone behind

had spoken too much that his throat felt as though

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

hide it from you.” As for whether she believed

tilted her head to look at him and gave a

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

Nico?

her brows, sensing he

out and roughly figured

was likely related to

could be both the

feel at ease before she settled

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

finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed a mix of cold

stunned as he gazed into

his senses, Gwendolyn had already taken the black trench coat from the coat rack, ready to head

contacted Nico, arranging for Neville and his subordinates to

gathered, Gwendolyn took a glance and felt it was