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

looked as though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

yet,

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

was clenching his heart, the pain making it

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

recuperating,” he responded curtly. His voice was deep

the matter with your throat?

“I’m running a fever.”

staying in the villa for two days without going out, and it had

had a pretty high fever these past few days given

less

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

and sat directly on the small

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

was afraid

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

he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room

one was willing to tell

returned to the main topic. “Why were you

stared at him intently, reminding him, “I want to hear

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

a cough. He had spoken too much that his

were filled with amusement as she stared at him.

won’t hide it from you.” As for whether she believed him or not, that

on her knee. She tilted her head to look

and his thin lips slightly parted. “He offended me, so I had Nico

Nico?

her brows, sensing he was

and roughly

likely related to Treyton

could be both

at ease before she settled the

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

speaking, and her charming little face displayed

into the faint glimmer in

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

Neville and his

gathered, Gwendolyn took a glance and