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.

a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal but could not quite

as though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

anything yet, and he’s

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

as if someone was clenching his heart, the

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

was deep and hoarse, yet his tone

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

“I’m running a fever.”

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

high fever these past

or less had

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

and sat

already relatively weak. After he squatted for just a short while, his legs began to

squatted for much longer, he was afraid he might be

a glass of water and continued to ask, “What happened to Quinton’s

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

was willing to tell

not want to dwell on the matter any longer and returned

lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him,

car and went to the countryside to meet Natasha.” He gulped and stole a glance at Gwendolyn’s 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 she

too much that his throat felt as though it

were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining forces, but aren’t you afraid

won’t hide it from you.”

curved her lips, resting her cheek on one hand while the other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look at him

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

Nico?

brows, sensing he was hiding

and roughly figured it out at this

likely related to Treyton in

be both the executor

could not feel at ease before she settled

was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me today.

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

gazed into the

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

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

gathered, Gwendolyn took a glance and felt