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.

deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried

as though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

yet, and he’s

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

his thin lips, feeling as if someone was clenching his heart, the pain

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

was deep and hoarse, yet his tone conveyed

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

“I’m running a fever.”

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

have had a pretty high fever these past

or less had

chin. “Don’t just squat

and sat directly on the small couch

After he squatted for just a short while,

he squatted for much longer, he was

and continued to ask, “What happened to

his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days,

was willing to tell

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

to speak when Gwendolyn stared at

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 prepared for the possibility that I would refuse and had

a cough. He had spoken too much that his throat felt as

with amusement as she stared at him.

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

while the other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head

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

Nico?

brows, sensing he was hiding

out and roughly figured it out at

related to Treyton in some

be both the executor and

could not feel at ease before she settled

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

her charming little face displayed a

he gazed into

already taken the black trench coat from the coat

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

a glance and