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.

lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal

though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

even asked anything yet, and

you been up to these past couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re not

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

little higher. “What’s

he responded curtly. His voice was deep

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

“I’m running a fever.”

the villa for two days without going out, and it had

fever these past

more or less

just squat there. Sit on the

stood up, and sat directly on the small

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

he was

continued to ask, “What

beat, he said casually, “I’ve been

to tell her

any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why were you at the charity gala

when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding

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

much that his throat felt as though it

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

won’t hide it from you.” As for whether

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, I want

his thin lips slightly parted. “He offended me, so I

Nico?

furrowed her brows, sensing he

things out and roughly figured it

to Treyton in

Samantha could be both the executor

feel at ease before she settled

red velvet skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people

and her charming little face displayed

was stunned as he gazed into the

Gwendolyn had already taken the black trench

and contacted Nico, arranging for Neville and his subordinates

had gathered, Gwendolyn took a glance