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 waiting for

last night? Did you get drunk? Where did you

Gwendolyn was speechless.

And with so many questions,

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

there,

her debut? D*mn it, will I have to be on guard not

her sore and swollen

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

get to finish his sentence when it

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

weighed heavily on his chest, making it difficult to breathe. He was stunned for a long time,

that he had nothing else to say, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip and went

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

the food had gone completely

emptiness and guilt welled

and as soon as she walked to the stairway,

and finish

“Where are we going?”

a sly smile.

bang rang out in

the Wright Mansion were still asleep when

Cecelia Xander, downstairs to have

daughter, Carol Wright, was terrified as well. As she ran downstairs, she asked, “Mom, Dad!

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

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

bodyguards stood behind her couch, while Maverick stood at the

and an intimidating presence,

each other,

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there, completely

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turned his heod to look ot the meol he

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ond finish your meol, then

“Where ore we going?”

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