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.

Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal

looked as though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

anything yet, and he’s

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

her chin a little higher. “What’s the

curtly. His voice was deep and

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

high fever these past few

or less had

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

stood up, and sat directly on the small couch

squatted for just a short while,

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

herself a glass of water and continued to ask, “What happened to Quinton’s injuries? Who did

a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days, so I’m not

one was willing to tell

on the matter any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why were you at the

just parted his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him,

Samantha’s 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

cough. He had spoken too much that his

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

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

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

momentarily, and his thin lips slightly parted. “He offended me, so I had Nico

Nico?

brows, sensing he was hiding

and

likely related to Treyton in

Samantha could be both the executor

ease

your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have

and her charming little face

as he gazed into

had already taken the black trench coat

her and contacted Nico, arranging for Neville and

Gwendolyn took a glance and felt it was still