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

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

anything yet,

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

clenching his heart, the

little higher. “What’s the matter?

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

chuckled lightly. “What’s the matter with your throat? Are you sick

“I’m running a fever.”

out, and it had not rained during that time. How could he have caught

these past few days given his extremely

less had

on his chin. “Don’t just

up, and

a short while, his legs began to feel numb, and his head felt

much longer, he was afraid he might be unable

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

beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room

one was willing to

matter any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why were you at the charity gala that

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

countryside to meet Natasha.” He gulped and stole a 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

let out a cough. He had spoken too much

with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining forces, but aren’t you

hide it from you.” As for whether she believed

her head to look at him

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

Nico?

furrowed her brows, sensing he

speaking, Gwendolyn had sorted things out and roughly figured it out at

to Treyton

aside, Samantha could be both the executor and planner

ease

it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people

and her charming little face displayed a mix

into

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

Neville and his subordinates to work for her for

a glance and felt it was still not