The Ex and Her Riches

Chapter 132

That happened several times.

When he looked up at the clock again, he realized it was already four in the morning.

It’s already so late, and she’s not back yet. How long does a celebration party take to finish?

Maverick sat on the couch, and suddenly, out of nowhere, the scene of Gwendolyn’s dinner party appeared before his eyes. Everyone was cheering and urging Gwendolyn and Sherman to drink from the same cup.

He sprang to his feet in an instant.

No way! Absolutely not!

He turned his head and headed for the door, but before he could even reach the garden, he was stopped by William and Quinton.

“Mr. Wright, it’s quite late, and it’s not safe to go out at this hour.”

“I’m going to find Gwendolyn.”

William and Quinton remained motionless. “Ms. Shalders will be back once she’s done with her business. Besides, she has Elven protecting her, so please just wait patiently.”

Maverick frowned. His expression was cold.

If Elven were there that night, maybe it would be easier to talk. However, William and Quinton had always disliked him, and they would not even bother to speak any more than necessary with him.

Having no other choice, Maverick had to go back and continue waiting.

The time spent waiting often felt the longest and most unbearable.

During this time, he thought about many things.

He vaguely recalled that during the past three years, Gwendolyn had called him numerous times, hoping he would come home for dinner. Sometimes he would respond with a few perfunctory words, while other times, he could not be bothered to talk to her and would hang up the phone directly, not returning home for two or three days in a row.

So this is what it feels like to endure a sleepless night of waiting…

He lifted his head, gazing at the clock hanging on the wall across the room. His eyes followed the minute hand as it moved, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep on the couch.

After an unknown amount of time had passed, he was awakened by the sound of a door opening.

Sure enough, it was Gwendolyn who came in. His face lit up with delight as he stood up to greet her, “You’re back! The food has gone cold, so I’ll go warm it up right now.”

Gwendolyn declined emotionlessly. “No need. I’ve already had breakfast.”

“Breakfast?”

Maverick glanced at the clock on the wall, only to see it was already seven o’clock in the morning.

last night while he sat on the couch

“Why didn’t you come back last night? Did you get drunk? Where did you sleep? Were you with Sherman the

Gwendolyn was speechless.

does Sherman have anything to do with this? And with so many questions, which one should

last night, so I took her back to her place.

stood there,

I have to be on guard not only against

sore and swollen

grabbed her wrist. “Gwendolyn, I spent nearly three hours preparing that table of dishes last night. I’m sincere. Do you

to finish his sentence when it was interrupted

I’ve already eaten. If you haven’t had breakfast, go

his chest, making it difficult to breathe. He was stunned for a long time, unable to utter a

nothing else to say, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip and went back upstairs

he turned his head to look at the meal he had carefully prepared last night that was neatly arranged on the table

still exquisite, but the food had gone completely cold, just

feeling of indescribable emptiness

as she walked to the stairway, she saw him standing there, looking

present. “Hurry up and finish your meal,

“Where are we going?”

curved into a

loud bang rang out in

residents of the Wright Mansion were still asleep when

hurriedly led his wife, Cecelia Xander, downstairs to

well. As she ran downstairs, she

the

main seat of the couch, having tea as

stood behind her couch, while

all had serious expressions and an intimidating presence, as if they were there

his family looked at each other,

took her bock to her ploce. Since she wos dizzy ond vomiting oll night, I stoyed

stood there,

it, will I hove to be on

swollen shoulders, preporing

“Gwendolyn, I spent neorly three hours preporing thot toble of dishes lost

did not even get to finish his sentence when it wos interrupted by Gwendolyn’s

eoten. If you hoven’t hod

weighed heovily on his chest, moking it difficult to breothe. He wos stunned for o long

to soy, Gwendolyn forcibly broke

wolk owoy. Then, he turned his heod to look ot the meol he hod corefully prepored lost night thot wos

the dishes wos still exquisite, but the

emptiness

her clothes, ond os soon os she wolked to the stoirwoy, she sow him

coughed gently, bringing Moverick’s thoughts bock to the present. “Hurry up ond finish your meol, then chonge into cleon

“Where ore we going?”

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