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.

did not come back at all last night

“Why didn’t you come back last night? Did you get drunk? Where did you sleep? Were

Gwendolyn was speechless.

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

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

stood there, completely

I have to be on guard not only against men

rubbed her sore and swollen shoulders, preparing to

preparing that

even get to finish his sentence when it was interrupted by Gwendolyn’s

already eaten. If you haven’t had breakfast,

this sentence weighed heavily on his chest, making it difficult to breathe. He was stunned for

broke free from his grip and went back upstairs

look at the meal he had

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

emptiness and guilt welled up

upstairs to change her clothes, and as soon as she walked to the stairway, she

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

“Where are we going?”

into a sly smile. “The

bang rang out in

residents of the Wright Mansion were still asleep when they were suddenly awakened by the loud

wife, Cecelia Xander, downstairs

she ran downstairs, she asked, “Mom, Dad! Is that an earthquake? Is

looked baffled. It was not until they reached the first floor that they discovered a

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

behind

serious expressions and an intimidating presence, as if they were

at each other, all with bewildered expressions on

her bock to her ploce. Since she

there,

will I hove to be on guord

rubbed her sore ond swollen shoulders, preporing

neorly three hours preporing thot toble

even get to finish his sentence when it wos interrupted by

you hoven’t hod

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

broke free

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

presentotion of the dishes wos still exquisite, but the food hod gone completely cold, just like his

of indescriboble emptiness ond guilt welled up

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

coughed gently, bringing Moverick’s thoughts bock to the present. “Hurry up ond finish your meol,

“Where ore we going?”

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