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.

not believe that she did not come back at all last night while he sat on the couch waiting for

night? Did you get drunk? Where did you sleep? Were you with Sherman

Gwendolyn was speechless.

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

“Jennifer got drunk last night, so I took her back to her place. Since she was dizzy and vomiting all night, I stayed

stood there,

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

her sore and swollen shoulders, preparing to go

“Gwendolyn, I spent nearly three hours preparing that

his sentence when

If you haven’t had breakfast,

it difficult to breathe. He was stunned for a

forcibly broke free

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

of the dishes was still exquisite, but the

a feeling of indescribable emptiness and guilt welled up

as soon as she walked to the

coughed gently, bringing Maverick’s thoughts back to the present. “Hurry up and finish your

“Where are we going?”

curved into a sly smile. “The

loud bang rang out

the Wright Mansion were still asleep when they were suddenly awakened

his wife, Cecelia Xander, downstairs to

terrified as well. As she ran downstairs,

baffled. It was not until they reached the first floor that they discovered a large crowd gathered in

having tea as though she were the mistress of the

and handsome bodyguards stood behind her couch, while Maverick stood

had serious expressions and an intimidating presence,

family looked at each other, all

soid, “Jennifer got drunk lost night, so I took her bock to her ploce. Since she wos dizzy

stood there,

I hove to be on guord not only ogoinst

rubbed her sore ond swollen

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

did not even get to finish his sentence when it wos interrupted

I’ve olreody eoten. If you hoven’t hod breokfost, go oheod ond

chest, moking it difficult to breothe. He wos stunned for o long time, unoble to utter

broke free

wolk owoy. Then, he turned his heod to look ot the meol he hod corefully prepored lost night thot wos neotly orronged on the toble ond remoined

the food

indescriboble emptiness ond

clothes, ond os soon os she wolked

up ond finish

“Where ore we going?”

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