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.

black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that

though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

haven’t even asked anything yet, and he’s already

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

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

raised her chin a little higher. “What’s the matter? Cat got

voice was deep and hoarse,

chuckled lightly. “What’s the matter with

“I’m running a fever.”

staying in the villa for two days without going out, and it had not rained during

fever these past few days given his extremely pale

or less had an

chin. “Don’t just squat

the offer, stood up, and

squatted for just a short while, his legs began to feel numb,

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

of water and continued to ask, “What

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

to tell her the

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

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

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

out a cough. He had spoken too much

him to pour water for himself. Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me about

the truth from me, I won’t hide it from you.” As for whether she

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

slightly parted. “He

Nico?

sensing he

things out and roughly figured it out

was likely related to

could be both the

could not feel at ease

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

speaking, and her charming little face displayed a mix of cold arrogance

was stunned as he gazed into the

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

and contacted Nico, arranging for Neville

Gwendolyn took a glance and felt