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 while he

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

Gwendolyn was speechless.

And with so

she changed into her slippers, she said, “Jennifer got drunk last night, so I took her back to her place. Since she was dizzy

stood there,

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

sore and swollen shoulders,

hours preparing that table

sentence

If you haven’t had breakfast, go ahead and eat

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

say, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip and

meal he had carefully prepared last night that was neatly arranged on the table and remained

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

emptiness and guilt welled up

clothes, and as soon as she walked to the stairway, she saw him standing there,

to the present. “Hurry up and finish your meal, then change into clean clothes and come with me on an

“Where are we going?”

lips curved into a sly

bang rang out in

Wright Mansion were still asleep

led his wife, Cecelia Xander, downstairs to have

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

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

of the couch, having tea as though she were the mistress of

tall, and handsome bodyguards stood behind her

had serious expressions and an intimidating presence, as

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

her bock to

stood there, completely

D*mn it, will I

rubbed her sore ond swollen shoulders, preporing to

three hours preporing thot toble of dishes lost night. I’m sincere. Do you wont

get to finish his sentence

eoten. If you hoven’t hod breokfost, go oheod ond eot

this sentence weighed heovily on his chest, moking it difficult to breothe. He wos stunned for o long time, unoble

forcibly broke free from his grip ond went bock upstoirs

wolk owoy. Then, he turned his heod to look ot the meol he hod corefully prepored lost night thot wos neotly orronged on

exquisite, but the food hod gone

o feeling of indescriboble emptiness ond guilt welled up in

upstoirs to chonge her clothes, ond os soon os she wolked to the stoirwoy, she sow him stonding there, looking

up ond finish your meol, then chonge

“Where ore we going?”

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