Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel 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.

Maverick’s eyes were tinged with a hint of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal but could not quite hide.

He looked as though he had been bullied.

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

I haven’t even asked anything yet, and he’s already feeling aggrieved?

“What have you been up to these past couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go out. Have you not done any housework during this time?”

Maverick pursed his thin lips, feeling as if someone was clenching his heart, the pain making it difficult for him to catch his breath.

Gwendolyn raised her chin a little higher. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”

“I’m recuperating,” he responded curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse, yet his tone conveyed subtle grievances.

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

“I’m running a fever.”

He had been staying in the villa for two days without going out, and it had not rained during that time. How could he have caught a fever?

He must have had a pretty high fever these past few days given his extremely pale face.

Gwendolyn more or less had an idea.

She released her grip on his chin. “Don’t just squat there. Sit on the couch over there.”

Maverick accepted the offer, stood up, and sat directly on the small couch nearby.

He was already relatively weak. After he squatted for just a short while, his legs began to feel numb, and his head felt a bit dizzy.

If he squatted for much longer, he was afraid he might be unable to hold on.

Gwendolyn gracefully poured herself a glass of water and continued to ask, “What happened to Quinton’s injuries? Who did it?”

Maverick watched her drink water as his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days, so I’m not sure. Maybe he fell.”

No one was willing to tell her the truth.