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!”

best to conceal her irritation. “Wake the maid,” she instructed. “Have her put together

“At once.”

down

tighter around her and followed him

the couch. His cheeks were flushed with

sprayed some organic freshener to mask the stench of alcohol

prodded him in the knee several times with the sole of her slipper, trying to wake

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

twitched. The haze of intoxication

he reached out toward the sound of Gwendolyn’s voice and caught hold of

disgust in her eyes, she snatched her garment

“Let go!”

firmly.

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

left to wake the

hand, she gave him two merciless slaps across

two smacks, dealt in quick succession, rang out sharp and

stinging with pain, Charles became 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

“Gwen?”

a bold glare. “Are you aware that you’re disrupting my sleep by turning up here in

not to hear her.

the handprints on his cheeks, he looked as if he had

yet she remained unmoved. “You can drop your act. Get out. You stink so

her disgusted gaze, she turned toward the stairs, but

steppes, 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 whip, and aim a gun. In the winter, we made snowmen and

she did not turn

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