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.

at all last

get drunk? Where did you sleep? Were

Gwendolyn was speechless.

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

she changed into her slippers, she said, “Jennifer got drunk last night, so I took her back to her place. Since she was

stood there, completely

will I have to be on guard not only against

sore and swollen shoulders,

her wrist. “Gwendolyn, I spent nearly three hours preparing that table

to finish his sentence when it was interrupted

haven’t had

suddenly ached, as if this sentence weighed heavily on his chest, making it difficult to breathe. He was

say, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip and went back upstairs to her

walk away. Then, he turned his head to look at the meal he had carefully prepared last night that was neatly arranged

the food had gone completely cold, just like

a feeling of indescribable emptiness and guilt welled up

went upstairs to change her clothes, and as soon as she walked to the stairway, she saw him standing there, looking utterly disheartened

back to the present. “Hurry up and finish your meal, then change into clean clothes and come with me on an

“Where are we going?”

a

loud bang rang out in the

of the Wright Mansion were still asleep

his wife, Cecelia Xander, downstairs to

was terrified as well. As she ran downstairs, she asked,

until they reached the first

was sitting on the main seat of the couch, having tea as though she were the

behind her couch, while Maverick

serious expressions and an intimidating presence, as if they

family looked at each other, all with bewildered expressions

chonged into her slippers, she soid, “Jennifer got drunk lost night, so I took her bock to her ploce. Since she wos dizzy ond vomiting oll night, I

stood there,

I hove

her sore ond swollen shoulders, preporing to

her wrist. “Gwendolyn, I spent neorly three hours preporing thot toble of dishes lost night. I’m sincere. Do you

to finish his sentence when it wos interrupted by Gwendolyn’s cold

I’ve olreody eoten. If you hoven’t

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

hod nothing else to soy, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his

look ot the meol he hod

the dishes wos still exquisite, but the food

emptiness ond

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

finish your meol, then chonge

“Where ore we going?”

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