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

looked as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

anything yet, and he’s already

to these past couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have

as if someone was clenching his heart, the pain

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

His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his tone

the matter with

“I’m running a fever.”

without going out, and it had not rained during that time. How could

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

or less had an

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

accepted the offer, stood up, and sat directly

squatted for just a short while, his legs began to

longer, he was afraid he might

continued to ask, “What happened to

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

willing to

to dwell on the matter any longer and returned

had just parted his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared

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

spoken too much that

were filled with amusement as she stared at

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

tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile. “Then, I want to

lips slightly parted. “He offended me, so I

Nico?

furrowed her brows, sensing he was hiding something

out and roughly figured it out

likely related to Treyton

aside, Samantha could be both

at ease before she

it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me today. I’m going to collect a debt from the Lane

eyes sparkled like stars as she finished speaking, and her charming little

gazed into the faint glimmer in her

came to his senses, Gwendolyn had already taken the black

Neville and his subordinates to work for her for a

gathered, Gwendolyn took a glance