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 quite

as though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

anything yet,

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

pursed his thin lips, feeling as if someone was clenching his heart, the pain making it

chin a little higher. “What’s

responded curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his

“What’s the matter with your throat? Are

“I’m running a fever.”

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

pretty high fever these past few days given his extremely pale

less had an

his chin. “Don’t just squat there.

and sat directly on the small

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

was afraid he might

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

unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said

to tell

longer and returned to the

when Gwendolyn stared at

out orders. There

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

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

you want to hear the truth from me, I won’t hide it from you.”

curved her lips, resting her cheek on one hand while the other was propped on 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

slightly parted. “He offended me, so I

Nico?

sensing he was

Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly

likely related to Treyton in some

Samantha could be both the executor and planner

ease before

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

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

into the faint glimmer

came to his senses, Gwendolyn had already taken the

Nico, arranging for Neville and his subordinates to work

took a glance and