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.

eyes were tinged with a hint of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal but could not quite

looked as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

asked anything yet, and he’s already feeling

Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go out. Have you not done

clenching his heart, the pain making it difficult

chin a little higher. “What’s the

deep and hoarse, yet

chuckled lightly. “What’s the matter with your

“I’m running a fever.”

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

must have had a pretty high fever these past few days given his extremely

less had

released her grip on his chin. “Don’t just squat

offer, stood up, and sat directly on the

a short while, his legs began to feel numb, and his head felt a bit

much longer, he was afraid he might be

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

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

willing to tell her the

and returned to the main topic. “Why were you at the charity gala that

lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding

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

too much that his throat felt

casually handed him a cup, gesturing for him to pour water for himself. Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining

truth from me, I won’t hide it from you.” As for whether she believed him or not, that was not something

cheek on one hand while the other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look

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

Nico?

her brows, sensing he was hiding something

Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly figured it out at

was likely related to Treyton in

Samantha could be both the executor and

ease

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

like stars as she finished speaking, and her charming little face

gazed into the faint glimmer in

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

contacted Nico, arranging for Neville and his subordinates to work for

glance and felt it was still not