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!”

maid,” she instructed. “Have her

“At once.”

sprinted down

the thick, furry sleeping gown tighter around her and followed him down the

the couch. His cheeks were flushed with alcohol,

with her sleeve, Gwendolyn sprayed some organic freshener to mask the

she prodded him in the knee several times with the sole of her

place for you to spend the night.

The haze of intoxication receded

the sound of Gwendolyn’s voice and

disgust in her eyes, she snatched her garment out of

“Let go!”

on firmly.

breath, feeling the fury coursing through her head at the thought of seeing Nico covered in

left to wake the

hand, she gave him two merciless

quick succession, rang out sharp

thoroughly awake. Only then did he loosen his grip on her shirt and sat up on the

massaged his swollen head and stroked his flaming cheeks, tender with pain, while gazing slowly

“Gwen?”

chin haughtily. After striking him, she regarded him with a bold glare. “Are you aware that you’re disrupting my sleep by turning up here in the middle of the night with a drunken tantrum? Now that you’re awake, get

not to

red, were filled with helpless despair. Coupled with the handprints on his cheeks, he looked as if

Get out. You stink so badly that not even air freshener can

turned toward the stairs,

Gwen? In the summer, I jumped into the pond and brought you lotuses. In the fall, I taught you to shoot an arrow, brandish a

froze, though she

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