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.

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

looked as though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

anything yet, and he’s already

have said

lips, feeling as if someone was clenching his

little higher. “What’s the matter?

was deep and hoarse,

lightly. “What’s the matter with

“I’m running a fever.”

had been staying in the villa for two days without going out, and it had

pretty high fever these

less had an

just squat there. Sit on the

accepted the offer, stood up, and

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

he was afraid

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

said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two

one was willing to tell

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

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

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 she wanted to join forces with me but was also prepared for the possibility that I would refuse and

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

cup, gesturing for him to pour water for himself. Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re

you.” As

her knee. She tilted her

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

Nico?

brows, sensing

out and roughly figured it out

to Treyton in

be both the executor and planner

at ease before

hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me today. I’m

and her charming little face displayed a mix of

was stunned as he gazed into the faint

already taken the black trench

followed her and contacted Nico, arranging for Neville

gathered, Gwendolyn took a glance