The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

Chapter 352

Gwendolyn scowled at the abrupt manner she had been roused and turned to face the other side.

Jonah kept knocking, seemingly intent on hammering down her door if she did not answer it soon.

Irritated by the racket, Gwendolyn flung aside her quilt. She slipped on her slippers and donned a thick sleeping gown before answering the door.

“What does he want this time?” she demanded, glaring at Jonah with a look of irritated disgust.

“Mr. Lund isn’t messing around this time, Ms. Harris. He visited a bar this afternoon and spent the day drinking. He even sent us away. When I went back for him earlier tonight, I found him drunk as a skunk with your name on his lips. So, the only thing I could do was to bring him here to you.”

Gwendolyn was impassive. Cold, even. “Give him something to sober up, then, or get him a doctor who would give him a jab. What good will it do sending him to me? I’m not a doctor.”

She was about to shut the door after her speech, but Jonah threw himself against the frame. “Please see him. He would feel much better in your presence.”

Gwendolyn’s frostiness did not dissipate. “I’m under house arrest because of him. He wouldn’t let me out of this house. What if he sobers up tomorrow and accuses me of misbehaving? Wouldn’t that be unfair to me?”

“Uh…”

Jonah was conflicted. He gave the matter a moment of serious thought before suggesting, “Why don’t I bring him to your room?”

“No way! I can’t stand the stench of alcohol on him. You’d better get back to Alzer Palace.”

Jonah fell silent.

“Gwen. Gwen…”

Charles’ voice, slurred by booze and laced with melancholy, traveled up the stairs from the living room below.

Jonah was near tears. “Go down and have a look at him, Ms. Harris. I’ll explain everything to him for you tomorrow. You wouldn’t want him to be keeping you awake, I’m sure. I’m begging you!”

irritation. “Wake the maid,” she instructed. “Have

“At once.”

sprinted down

sleeping gown tighter around

were flushed with alcohol, and

freshener to mask the stench

several times with the sole of her slipper, trying

up, Charles! This isn’t a place for you to spend the night. Get lost

eyelashes twitched. The haze of intoxication receded

voice and caught

longer able to conceal the disgust in her eyes, she snatched her

“Let go!”

on firmly. He

thought of seeing Nico covered in blood from the torture that morning in his

left to wake the maid,

she gave him two

smacks, dealt in quick succession,

did he loosen his grip on her shirt and sat

head and stroked his flaming cheeks, tender with

“Gwen?”

regarded him with a bold glare. “Are you aware that you’re disrupting my sleep by

not to hear her. Suddenly, he began sobbing

were filled with helpless despair. Coupled with the handprints on his cheeks,

watched his tears fall, yet she remained unmoved. “You can drop your act. Get out. You stink so badly

disgusted gaze, she turned toward the stairs,

remember the spring seven years ago when I took you to the horse race on the steppes, Gwen? In the summer, I jumped into the pond and brought you lotuses. In the fall,

froze, though she did not

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