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.

eyes 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

though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

asked anything yet, and

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

someone was clenching his heart, the pain making it difficult for him

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

recuperating,” he responded curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his tone conveyed subtle

the matter with your throat? Are

“I’m running a fever.”

for two days without going out, and it had not

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

or less had an

chin. “Don’t just

stood up, and sat directly on

already relatively weak. After he squatted for just a short while, his legs began to feel numb, and his

for much longer, he was afraid he

of water and continued to ask, “What happened

skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve

one was willing to tell her

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

Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him, “I

in Samantha’s car and went to the countryside to meet Natasha.” He gulped and stole a 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

let out a cough. He had spoken too much that his throat

as she stared at him. “You’re

from you.” As for whether she

on one hand while the other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look at him and

thin lips slightly parted. “He

Nico?

sensing he

had sorted things out and roughly figured it

was likely related to Treyton

Samantha could be both the

feel at ease

“Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me

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

as he gazed into the faint glimmer in

to his senses, Gwendolyn had already taken the

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

took a glance and felt