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.

pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that

looked as though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

even asked anything yet, and he’s

have said

someone was clenching his heart, the pain making it difficult for

higher. “What’s the matter? Cat

was deep and hoarse, yet his tone conveyed

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 time. How could

a pretty high fever these past few days given

less

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

the offer, stood up, and

a short while, his legs began to feel numb, and his head felt a bit

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

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

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

willing to tell her the

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

lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him, “I want to hear

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 wanted to join forces with me but was also prepared for the possibility

let out a cough. He had spoken too 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

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

slightly 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 and gave a sly smile. “Then, I

parted. “He offended

Nico?

brows, sensing he was hiding

and roughly figured it out

to Treyton in

both the

ease

up and gently straightened her red velvet skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll

speaking, and her charming little face displayed

as he gazed into the faint glimmer in her

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

contacted Nico, arranging for Neville and

glance and

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