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 of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal but could not quite

though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

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

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

thin lips, feeling as if someone was clenching his

chin a little higher.

was deep and

lightly. “What’s the matter with

“I’m running a fever.”

without going out, and it had not rained during that time. How

high fever these past few days given his extremely pale

or less

just

up, and

already relatively weak. After he squatted for just a short while,

squatted for much longer, he was afraid he might

and continued to ask, “What happened

beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days, so I’m not sure. Maybe he

to tell her

returned to

to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently,

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 everything meticulously. This person calculated every move accurately. Samantha said she wanted to join forces with me but was also

too much that his throat felt as though it

as she stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining

truth from me, I won’t hide it from you.” As for whether she

her lips, resting 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,

thin lips slightly parted. “He offended me, so I had Nico hurt

Nico?

furrowed her brows, sensing he was hiding something

had sorted things out and roughly figured it

was likely related to Treyton in some

be both the executor

not feel at ease before she settled the

subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me today. I’m going to collect a debt from

speaking, and her charming little face displayed a

stunned as he gazed into the faint

had already taken the black trench coat from

arranging for Neville and his subordinates

Gwendolyn took a glance and felt