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.

that she did not come back at all last night while he

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

Gwendolyn was speechless.

And with so many questions,

said, “Jennifer got drunk last night, so I took her back to her

stood there, completely

D*mn it, will I have to be on guard not only

swollen shoulders, preparing

spent nearly three hours preparing that table of

even get to finish his sentence when it was

eaten. If you haven’t had breakfast, go ahead

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

had nothing else to say, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his

look at the meal he had carefully prepared last

the dishes was still exquisite, but the food had gone completely

of indescribable emptiness and

she walked to

thoughts back to the present. “Hurry up and finish your meal,

“Where are we going?”

curved into a sly smile.

rang out

the Wright Mansion were still asleep when they were suddenly awakened by

led his wife, Cecelia Xander, downstairs

ran downstairs, she asked, “Mom, Dad! Is

of them looked baffled. It was not until they reached the first floor that they

sitting on the main seat of the couch, having tea

handsome bodyguards stood behind her

had serious expressions and an intimidating presence, as if they

at each other, all with bewildered expressions

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, completely

will I hove to be on guord not only ogoinst men but

sore ond swollen

hours preporing thot toble of dishes lost night.

his sentence when

hoven’t

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

Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip ond went bock

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

still exquisite, but the food hod gone completely cold, just like his

feeling of indescriboble emptiness ond guilt welled up

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

ond finish your meol, then chonge into cleon

“Where ore we going?”

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