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 and grievance

looked as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

yet, and he’s already

to these past couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go out. Have you not done any housework during this

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

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

recuperating,” he responded curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse,

with

“I’m running a fever.”

in the villa for two days without going out, and it had not rained during that time. How could he have caught a

these past

less

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

stood up, and

while, his legs began to feel numb, and his head felt

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

and continued to ask,

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

to tell her the

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

when Gwendolyn stared

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

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

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

from me, I won’t hide it from you.” As for whether she believed him or not, that was not something

tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile. “Then, I want to know what

his thin lips slightly parted. “He offended

Nico?

furrowed her brows, sensing he was hiding

Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly figured it

related to

could be both the executor and planner

feel at ease before she

your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have

she finished speaking, and her

into the faint glimmer in her

had already taken

contacted Nico, arranging for Neville and his subordinates

a glance and