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

looked as though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

anything yet, and he’s already

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

thin lips, feeling as if someone was clenching his heart, the pain making

chin a little higher. “What’s the

His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his tone conveyed

the matter with your throat? Are you

“I’m running a fever.”

out, and

had a pretty high fever these past few days given his

less had an

“Don’t just squat

up, and sat

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

squatted for much longer, he was afraid he might be

a glass of water and continued to ask, “What

his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days, so I’m not sure. Maybe he

one was willing to tell

any longer and returned to the main topic.

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

he went on, “At the party, Samantha was just carrying out orders. There was someone behind her, scheming and planning

he let out a cough. He had spoken too much that his

casually handed him a cup, gesturing for him to pour 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

you want to hear the truth from me, I won’t hide it from you.” As for whether she believed him or not, that was

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 want to know what happened to Quinton’s injury. Be

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

Nico?

brows, sensing he was hiding

had sorted things out and roughly figured

related to Treyton

be both the

ease before she

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

stars as she finished speaking, and her charming little face

as he gazed into the faint glimmer in

senses, Gwendolyn had already taken the black trench coat from

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

Gwendolyn took a glance