The Ex and Her Riches

Chapter 110

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“You are not allowed to go,” Gwendolyn said in a firm tone before moving to shut the door.

“Wait a minute, ouch…” Maverick instinctively reached his hand out to block the door and winced in pain. His face twisted and his forehead broke out in cold sweat.

Gwendolyn was startled. “Are you out of your mind? How can you stop a door with your

hands?”

Eww… There are a lot of nerves in the fingers, so this has to hurt a lot.

Maverick covered his reddened right hand and felt sorry for himself. “Can you at least let me finish speaking now that I’m injured? We might have signed an agreement, but you can’t take away my basic rights. Don’t you think…”

Gwendolyn interrupted him and said, “Speak in plain language.”

“I want to go back to Sky Villa,” he said without hesitation, with his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

In the past, this expression would intimidate anyone who saw it.

However, due to the injection of the special drug, his skin color remained a shade paler than usual, exuding a sickly impression with a sense of fragility to it that was rather aesthetically pleasing to the eyes.

Despite his height of one hundred and eighty-eight centimeters, he did not give much of an intimidating presence. Instead, he resembled a big hound that was pretending to be a sheep.

Gwendolyn felt a twinge of sympathy at first when she saw his injured hand, but instantly changed her mind once she heard what he said.

Huh! Do you think you can play me with a self-inflicted wound and use my sympathy against me? Just wait until tomorrow!

“No way. Go to bed now. I will have the bodyguard pack and send it over tomorrow morning,” Gwendolyn rejected him.

“Hey…” Maverick wanted to argue, but the only response he got was the heavy sound of the door slamming shut.

“What a heartless and merciless woman,” he muttered as his expression instantly darkened.

He turned and headed down the stairs. He went straight to the first floor, intending to go to the front door

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As soon as he stepped out of the living room, two bodyguards suddenly emerged from the shadows even before he had a chance to set foot in the garden.

“You are not allowed to go out at night. Mr. Wright. Please go back,” warned one of the bodyguards. Maverick’s expression darkened further, and he was left with no choice but to turn around and return to his room.

Since the bodyguard could monitor his actions at any time, it was clear that Gwendolyn was wary of him.

He glanced at his phone and saw a missed call from Nico. After deleting the call history, he decided to turn off his phone.

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He had been spending sleepless nights searching for people in the mountains for several days and was even injured. On top of that, he had to cook and do other household chores earlier that day, leaving him completely drained.

As soon as he lay down in bed, he quickly drifted off to sleep.

Sometime later, he was suddenly awakened by the chirping of birds outside the window.

He jolted awake in the darkness.

He recognized that it was his unique secret code with Nico.

He quickly got out of bed and walked towards the window. Suddenly, the overhead chandelier made a clicking sound and turned on.

When he turned around, he saw Gwendolyn leaning against the door with a faint smile on her lips.

Maverick stood still and stared at her. D’mn! I have become so numb to the surrounding after injecting the drug.

He did not even notice it when she entered the room.

Gwendolyn continued to smile as her sharp gaze fixed on him.

“Are you not sleeping yet?” Gwendolyn asked.

Maverick forced a smile. “I am feeling a little hungry and can’t seem to sleep, so I am thinking of heading to the kitchen.”

“Is the kitchen located outside the window?” Gwendolyn asked with amusement. “Are you planning to jump from the second floor to get something to eat?”

She noticed something was wrong when she heard the chirping of a bird.

After all, she had set up top-grade security for the yard, so not even a fly could get in, let alone a bird. Maverick remained silent, as he could not think of a good reason to argue with her.

She did not bother with exposing his lies and simply said. “It is already one in the morning. I suggest that you get some sleep. You will need to wake up at six tomorrow to make breakfast. Do not try anything, or you won’t be allowed to eat for the whole day.”

With that, she turned around and went back to the third floor.

After the delay, Nico did not make any more noises as he had likely noticed that something went wrong, Maverick closed the curtains and decided to look for another opportunity to contact Nico.

The next morning, Maverick got up on time according to Gwendolyn’s instructions and saw the bodyguards rushing around as they carried something into the living room from outside.

He walked over and found that they were carrying his belongings into the house.

Wow, they are being delivered so early?

“Mr. Wright, please pack and move these things upstairs before Ms. Shalders wakes up. Ms. Shalders does

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not like to see her house in a mess, and she will be unhappy if she sees all these laying around, the bodyguards said with a slightly gloating tone as they pointed to the stack of paper boxes that were piled up as high as a person when they saw Maverick coming over.

Maverick did not say anything as he knew the bodyguards were deliberately trying to provoke him.

With his current strength, he knew he would be exhausted halfway through carrying all the boxes, and it would take a considerable amount of time to finish the task on top of preparing breakfast before Gwendolyn woke up.

Seeing how Maverick was not moving, the bodyguards looked at him tauntingly and hinted, “Mr. Wright, a man should never admit to his lack of ability, but if you really can’t do it, you can also ask us for help.”

Maverick’s eyes narrowed coldly, and he immediately began to move the boxes.

By the time Gwendolyn’s emerged from her room, she found Maverick drenched in sweat with his white shirt clinging to his body, revealing his well-defined muscles.

Although she always knew that he had an attractive physique, it no longer interested her.

“Is breakfast ready?” she asked.

“I have one last box to bring up. Please give me a moment,” Maverick gritted out as if any distraction would intensify the fatigue he was feeling.

Gwendolyn nodded and headed downstairs to the living room.

Suddenly, she noticed that the first-aid kit she had taken out of the cabinet last night was nowhere to be found.

Without a flicker of emotion, she averted her gaze and settled into the sofa to watch the morning dramas.

After about ten minutes, Maverick took a refreshing shower and changed into a clean outfit before heading downstairs.

As he passed by Gwendolyn, he did not bother sparing a glance at her and went straight to the kitchen.

Gwendolyn assumed that he had not started cooking yet and walked over to him.

To her bewilderment, she saw Maverick carrying two plates of warm food out and putting them on the dining table, before heading back to the kitchen to fetch another dish and some cutleries.

She froze in place and felt slightly surprised by the sight of him rushing in and out.

In just one night, Maverick had adapted to all the arrangements she made. Not only did he move heavy objects, but also cooked breakfast. Besides, he managed to arrange his time so well that he solved the problems she presented swiftly.

Gwendolyn had a sneaking suspicion. This man is anything but ordinary. He is also hiding something.

Just as she was absorbed in her thoughts, Maverick arranged the cutleries and stood silently to the side, waiting for her to take a seat.

“Why is he acting so obedient all of a sudden? Is he hiding something?” Gwendolyn observed his meek demeanor and wondered.

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Despite her doubts, she sat down and started eating her breakfast without saying a word.

“The oatmeal was too runny, and the bacon was under seasoned,” Gwendolyn commented inwardly.

Since it was still edible compared to last night’s dinner, Gwendolyn did not deliberately make things difficult for him.

She put down her fork after only a few bites, and Maverick tactfully cleared the table and started doing the dishes.

There was plenty of time left, so Gwendolyn sat back down on the sofa, snacked on some fruit, and watched a drama.

Meanwhile, she couldn’t help but occasionally cast a glance at Maverick, who was on his hands and knees, cleaning the floor. Her appetite and mood were greater than ever.

In the past. Frida deliberately made things difficult for Gwendolyn by not allowing any mops in the villa, insisting that cleaning the floors by hand was more effective.

She would never know that one day, her beloved son, whom she was so proud of, would be crouching at the feet of the woman she despised most to scrub the floor.

The pleasure of retribution surged through Gwendolyn as she grinned and languidly savored a cherry. Just as she was lost in the moment, her phone buzzed. It was a call from Yulia.

“Boss, Dexter is causing a scene at your office. He is demanding to see you and won’t leave until he does,” Yulia informed Gwendolyn urgently over the phone.