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.

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

looked as though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

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

seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go

as if someone was clenching his heart, the pain

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

deep and hoarse, yet

the matter with your throat?

“I’m running a fever.”

days without going out, and it had not rained during that

have had a pretty high fever these past few days

or less had

his chin. “Don’t just squat there. Sit

the offer, stood up, and sat directly

just a short while, his legs

was afraid he might be unable

and continued to ask, “What happened to Quinton’s

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

willing to tell her

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

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

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 accurately. Samantha said she wanted to join forces with me but was also prepared for the possibility that

let out a cough. He had spoken too much that

Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him.

I won’t hide it from you.”

on one hand while the other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile.

slightly parted. “He offended me, so I had

Nico?

her brows, sensing

speaking, Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly figured it out at this

related to Treyton in some

aside, Samantha could be both

at ease before

was your subordinates who hurt mine,

stars as she finished speaking, and her charming little face

he gazed into

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

for Neville

had gathered, Gwendolyn took a glance and felt it was still