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.

pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal but could not

as though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

haven’t even asked anything yet,

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

thin lips, feeling as if someone was clenching his heart, the pain making it difficult for him

a little higher. “What’s the

recuperating,” he responded curtly. His voice was deep and

with

“I’m running a fever.”

in the villa for two days without going out, and it had not rained during that time. How could he have caught

high fever these past few days given his extremely pale

more or less had an

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

and sat directly

short while, his legs began to feel numb, and

longer, he was afraid

herself a glass of water and continued to ask, “What happened to

skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve

one was willing to tell

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

his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently,

Samantha was just carrying out orders. There

let out a cough. He had spoken too much that his throat felt as though it was

to pour water for 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 suspicious

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

her head to look at him and gave a sly smile.

slightly parted. “He offended me, so I had Nico

Nico?

sensing he was hiding

Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly figured it

likely related to Treyton

both the executor and

not feel at ease before she settled the

her red velvet skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine,

she finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed a mix

into the faint glimmer in

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

for Neville and his subordinates to work for her

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