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.

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

as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

even asked anything yet, and he’s already feeling

Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go out.

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

chin a little higher. “What’s the matter?

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

the matter with your throat? Are you sick

“I’m running a fever.”

been staying in the villa for two days without going out, and it had not

a pretty high fever these past few days

or less had

his chin. “Don’t just squat there.

the offer, stood up, and sat

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

longer, he was afraid

water and continued to ask, “What

a beat, he said casually, “I’ve

one was willing to tell

the matter any longer and returned to the main

parted his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at

glance 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

had spoken too much that his throat felt

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

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

on her knee. She tilted her head to

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

Nico?

brows, sensing he was hiding something

Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly figured it

related to

Samantha could be both the executor and

ease before she settled

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

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

gazed into the

he came to his senses, Gwendolyn had already taken the

for Neville and

had gathered, Gwendolyn took a glance