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

as though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

asked anything yet, and

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

feeling as if someone was clenching his heart, the

raised her chin a little higher.

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

with

“I’m running a fever.”

villa for two days without going out, and it had not rained during that time. How could

a pretty high fever these

or less had an

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

stood up, and sat directly

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

much longer, he was afraid he might be unable to hold

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

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

was willing to tell her the

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

speak when Gwendolyn stared

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

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

filled with 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,

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

thin lips slightly parted.

Nico?

sensing he

had sorted things out and roughly figured it out at this

was likely related to Treyton

Samantha could be both the executor and planner this

could not feel at ease before

hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me today. I’m going to collect a

speaking, and her charming little face displayed a

into the faint

he came to his senses, Gwendolyn had already taken the black trench coat from the

contacted Nico, arranging for Neville and his

had gathered, Gwendolyn took a glance and felt it