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

as though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

anything yet, and

Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go out. Have you not done any housework during this

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

raised her chin a little higher.

curtly. His voice was deep

the matter with your throat? Are you sick or

“I’m running a fever.”

in the villa for two days without going out, and

these past few days given

more or less

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

the offer, stood up, and sat directly on

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

for much longer, he was afraid he might be unable

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

watched her drink water as his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room

willing to tell

not want to dwell on 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 him, “I

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.

had spoken too much that his throat felt as though it

stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining forces, but aren’t you afraid I’ll become suspicious of you, thinking

truth from me, I won’t hide it from you.” As

her knee. She tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile. “Then, I want to know what happened to Quinton’s

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

Nico?

sensing he was hiding something

had sorted things out and roughly

to Treyton in

aside, Samantha could be both the executor and planner

could not feel at ease

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

speaking, and her charming little face displayed

was stunned as he gazed into the faint

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

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

glance and felt it was still not