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.

were tinged with a hint of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that

as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

yet, and

to 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

lips, feeling as if someone was clenching his heart, the pain making it difficult for him to catch his

her chin a little higher. “What’s the

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

lightly. “What’s the matter with your

“I’m running a fever.”

and it had

had a pretty high fever these past few days given

more or less

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

and sat directly on the small

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

was afraid

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

moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in

to tell her

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

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

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

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

stared at him.

hide it from you.” As for whether she believed him or not, that was not something he

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 want to know what happened to

parted. “He offended me, so I

Nico?

furrowed her brows, sensing he was hiding something

had sorted things out and roughly figured it out

related to Treyton in some

aside, Samantha could be both the executor and planner

at ease

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

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

gazed into the faint glimmer in her

senses, Gwendolyn had already taken the black trench coat

Neville and his subordinates

gathered, Gwendolyn took a glance and felt