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

though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

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

to have said you’re not

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

higher. “What’s the matter?

he responded curtly. His voice was deep and

with your throat? Are

“I’m running a fever.”

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

fever these past few days given

less had an

“Don’t just squat there. Sit on the couch over

offer, stood up, and sat directly on the

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

he squatted for much longer, he was afraid he might be unable to

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

unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days, so I’m not sure. Maybe

was willing to tell her the

dwell on the matter any longer and returned to

just parted his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him

orders. There was someone behind her, scheming and planning everything meticulously. This

spoken too much that his throat felt as though it was

eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling

you 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

was propped on 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. Be

thin lips slightly parted. “He offended me,

Nico?

her brows, sensing he was hiding

sorted things out and roughly figured it

to Treyton in

be both the executor and planner this

at ease before

who hurt mine,

like stars as she finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed a mix of cold

stunned as he gazed into the faint glimmer

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

arranging for Neville and his

took a glance