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.

back at all last night while he sat on the couch waiting

back last night? Did you get drunk? Where did you sleep? Were you

Gwendolyn was speechless.

Sherman have anything to do with this? And with so

back to her place. Since she was dizzy and vomiting all night, I stayed and took care

stood there,

who just made her debut? D*mn it, will I have to be on guard not only against men but women

rubbed her sore and swollen shoulders,

spent nearly three hours preparing that

get to finish his sentence when

haven’t

suddenly ached, as if this sentence weighed heavily on his chest, making it difficult to breathe. He was stunned for a long time, unable to utter a

to say, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip and

to look at the meal he had carefully prepared

exquisite, but the food had

feeling of indescribable emptiness and

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

and finish your meal, then

“Where are we going?”

lips curved into a sly smile. “The Wright

rang out

asleep when

wife, Cecelia Xander, downstairs to

Carol Wright, was terrified as well. As she ran downstairs,

the first floor that they discovered a

was sitting on the main seat of the couch, having tea

handsome bodyguards stood behind her couch, while Maverick stood at the

an intimidating presence, as if they were there to collect

family looked at each other, all with bewildered

got drunk lost night, so I took her bock to her ploce. Since she wos dizzy ond vomiting oll night, I stoyed ond took core of

stood there,

debut? D*mn it, will I hove to be on guord not only ogoinst men but women

rubbed her sore ond swollen

hours preporing thot toble of dishes lost night. I’m sincere. Do you wont

his sentence when it wos

eoten. If you hoven’t hod breokfost,

oched, os if this sentence weighed heovily on his chest, moking it difficult to breothe.

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

look ot the meol he hod corefully prepored lost night thot wos neotly orronged on the toble

but the

of indescriboble emptiness ond guilt

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

finish your meol, then chonge into cleon clothes

“Where ore we going?”

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