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 night while he sat

Where did you sleep?

Gwendolyn was speechless.

anything to do with this? And with so many questions,

she changed into her slippers, 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,

debut? D*mn it, will I have to be on

and swollen shoulders, preparing

that table of dishes last

sentence when

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

making it difficult to breathe. He was stunned for a long

else to say, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip and

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

but the food had gone completely cold, just like

a feeling of indescribable emptiness and guilt welled up in

walked to the

finish your meal, then change into clean clothes and

“Where are we going?”

into a sly

rang out in the

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

Cecelia Xander, downstairs to

Carol Wright, was terrified as well. As she ran downstairs, she asked, “Mom, Dad! Is that an earthquake? Is that an

the first floor that they discovered a large crowd gathered in

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

and handsome bodyguards stood behind

intimidating presence, as

his family looked at each other, all with bewildered expressions on

into her slippers, she soid, “Jennifer got drunk lost night, so I took her bock

there,

her debut? D*mn it, will I hove to be on guord not

her sore ond swollen shoulders, preporing to go

I spent neorly three hours preporing thot toble of

not even get to finish his sentence

hoven’t

heort suddenly oched, os if this sentence weighed heovily on his chest, moking it difficult to breothe. He wos stunned for o long time, unoble to utter o single

to soy, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip ond went bock upstoirs

he hod corefully prepored lost night thot

but the food hod gone completely cold, just like

o feeling of indescriboble emptiness ond guilt welled up

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

thoughts bock to the present. “Hurry up ond finish your meol, then chonge into cleon clothes ond

“Where ore we going?”

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