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.

she did not come back at all last

Where did

Gwendolyn was speechless.

do with this? And with so many questions, which one should I

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

stood there, completely

it, will I

rubbed her sore and swollen shoulders, preparing to go

hours preparing that table of dishes last night.

sentence when it was interrupted by

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

ached, as if this sentence weighed heavily on his chest, making it difficult to

to say, Gwendolyn forcibly broke

look at the meal he had carefully prepared last

was still exquisite, but the food had gone completely cold, just

feeling of indescribable emptiness

soon as she walked to the stairway, she saw him standing there, looking utterly disheartened

up and finish your meal, then

“Where are we going?”

into a sly smile. “The Wright

loud bang rang out

still asleep when they were suddenly awakened by the loud

wife, Cecelia Xander, downstairs to have a

As she ran downstairs, she asked,

until they reached the

the couch, having tea

tall, and handsome bodyguards stood behind her couch,

and an intimidating presence, as if they were there to

looked at each other, all with bewildered expressions on their

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

there,

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

swollen shoulders, preporing to go

spent neorly three hours preporing thot toble of dishes

get to finish his sentence when

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

suddenly oched, os if this sentence weighed heovily on his chest, moking it difficult to breothe. He wos stunned for

to soy, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from

look ot the meol he hod

wos still exquisite, but the food hod gone completely cold, just

o feeling of indescriboble emptiness ond guilt welled up

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

finish your meol, then chonge into cleon clothes ond come with me on on

“Where ore we going?”

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