Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Chapter 155

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.

deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability

as though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

asked anything yet, and

seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go

as if someone was clenching his heart, the pain making it difficult for him

little higher. “What’s

His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his tone conveyed subtle

matter with your throat? Are you sick or

“I’m running a fever.”

and it

high fever these past few

or less had

just squat there. Sit on

the offer, stood up, and sat directly on the

he squatted for just a short while, his legs began to feel numb, and

was

herself a glass of water and continued to ask, “What

water as his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in

willing to tell her

returned to the main topic. “Why were you at the charity gala

stared at him intently, reminding him,

no change in her demeanor, he went on, “At the party, Samantha was just carrying out orders. There was someone behind her, scheming

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

to pour water for himself. Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining forces, but aren’t you afraid I’ll

you want to hear the truth from me, I won’t hide it from you.” As for whether

cheek on one hand while the other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look at him and

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

Nico?

sensing

had sorted things out and roughly figured it

to Treyton in some

both the

feel at ease before she settled

subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work for me today. I’m going to collect a debt from the

and her charming little face

gazed into the faint glimmer in her

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

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