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.

pupils lay a sense of vulnerability

as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

asked anything yet, and

seemed to have said you’re not allowed to

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

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

responded curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse,

“What’s the matter with your throat? Are you sick

“I’m running a fever.”

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

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

more or less had

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

and sat

just a short while, his legs began to

for much longer, he was afraid he

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

slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been

willing to

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

when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him,

demeanor, he went on, “At the party, Samantha was just carrying out orders. There

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

Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining forces, but aren’t you afraid

want to hear the truth from me, I won’t hide it from you.” As for whether she believed him or not, that was not something he

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 me, so I had Nico

Nico?

sensing he was

things out and roughly figured it out at

to Treyton in

Samantha could be both the executor and planner

at ease before she

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

finished speaking, and her

he gazed into

already taken the black trench coat from the coat rack, ready

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

glance and felt