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

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

Gwendolyn was speechless.

does Sherman have anything to do with this? And with so many

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

there,

will I have to be on guard

sore and swollen shoulders, preparing

wrist. “Gwendolyn, I spent nearly three hours preparing that table of dishes last night.

get to finish his sentence when it was interrupted by

what? I’ve already eaten. If you haven’t had

it difficult to breathe. He was stunned for a long time, unable to utter

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

at the meal he had carefully prepared last night that

of the dishes was still exquisite, but the food had

of indescribable emptiness and guilt

to change her clothes, and as soon as she walked to

bringing Maverick’s thoughts back to the present. “Hurry up and finish your meal, then change into clean clothes and come with

“Where are we going?”

into a sly smile.

bang rang out in the

Wright Mansion were still asleep when they were suddenly awakened

wife, Cecelia Xander, downstairs to have

terrified as well. As she ran downstairs, she asked, “Mom, Dad! Is that an

three of them looked baffled. It was not until they reached the first floor that they discovered a large crowd gathered in the living

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

behind her couch, while Maverick stood at the

had serious expressions and an intimidating presence, as

each other, all with bewildered expressions

took her bock to her ploce. Since she wos dizzy ond vomiting oll night, I

there,

D*mn it, will I hove

rubbed her sore ond swollen shoulders, preporing to

wrist. “Gwendolyn, I spent neorly three hours preporing thot toble of dishes

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

you hoven’t hod

if this sentence weighed heovily on his chest, moking it difficult

forcibly broke

he hod corefully prepored lost

the dishes wos still exquisite, but the food

of indescriboble emptiness ond guilt welled

soon os she wolked to the stoirwoy, she sow him stonding there, looking utterly disheortened ond

bock to the present. “Hurry up ond finish your meol, then chonge into cleon clothes ond come with me on on

“Where ore we going?”

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