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.

hint of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he

looked as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

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

have you been up to these past couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said

if someone was clenching his

a little higher. “What’s

curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his tone

chuckled lightly. “What’s the matter with your throat? Are

“I’m running a fever.”

days without going out, and it had not rained during that time. How could he have caught

these past few days given his

more or less had an

his chin. “Don’t just squat there. Sit

offer, stood up, and

while, his legs began

much longer, he was afraid he

and continued to ask, “What happened

he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days,

one was willing to tell

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

Gwendolyn stared at

carrying out orders. There was someone behind her, scheming and

a cough. He had spoken too much that his

handed him a cup, gesturing for him to pour water for himself. Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining forces, but aren’t you afraid I’ll become

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

other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look at him

momentarily, and his thin lips slightly parted. “He offended

Nico?

brows, sensing he

Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly figured it out at this

to Treyton

aside, Samantha could be both

at ease before she settled

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

speaking, and her charming little face displayed a mix

as he gazed into the faint glimmer in

his senses, Gwendolyn had already taken the black trench coat

Neville and his subordinates

Gwendolyn took a glance and felt it