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.

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

as though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

haven’t even asked anything yet, and

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

someone was clenching his heart, the pain making

little higher. “What’s the matter? Cat got

His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his tone conveyed

matter with your throat? Are

“I’m running a fever.”

and it had not rained during that time. How could

a pretty high fever these past few days given

or less had

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

and sat

a short while, his legs began to feel

he squatted for much longer, he was afraid he might

a glass of water and continued to ask,

Without skipping a beat, he said

one was willing to

the matter any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why were you

had just parted his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding

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 felt as though it was on

were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me

me, I won’t hide it from you.” As for whether she believed

on her knee. She tilted her

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

Nico?

sensing he was hiding

sorted things out and roughly figured it out at this

was likely related to Treyton in

both the executor

feel at ease before she

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

finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed a mix of cold arrogance

he gazed into the faint glimmer in her

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

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

Gwendolyn took a glance and felt