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.

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

as though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

haven’t even asked anything yet,

Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to

if someone was clenching his

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

recuperating,” he responded curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his tone

with

“I’m running a fever.”

the villa for two days without going out, and it had not

fever these past

less had

on his chin. “Don’t just

offer, stood up, and

weak. After he squatted for just a short while,

longer, he was

water and continued to ask,

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

to tell

returned to the main topic.

Gwendolyn stared at

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

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

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 become

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

She tilted her head to look at

lips slightly parted. “He offended

Nico?

sensing he was hiding something

had sorted things out and roughly figured it out

likely related to

could be both

feel at ease before she settled

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

her charming little face displayed a mix of

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,

hurriedly followed her and contacted Nico, arranging for Neville and

took a glance

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