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 waiting for her

you come back last night? Did you get drunk? Where did you sleep? Were you with Sherman the whole night? He

Gwendolyn was speechless.

does Sherman have anything to do with this? And with so many questions, which one should

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

there,

The trainee who just made her debut? D*mn it, will I have to be on guard not only against men

and swollen shoulders, preparing

hours preparing that table of dishes last night. I’m sincere. Do

his sentence when it was interrupted by

haven’t

heavily on his chest, making it difficult to breathe. He was

to say, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from

to look at the meal he had carefully prepared last night that was neatly

was still exquisite, but the

indescribable emptiness and

as soon as she walked to the stairway,

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

“Where are we going?”

lips curved into a sly smile.

bang rang out in

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

hurriedly led his wife, Cecelia Xander, downstairs

as well. As she ran downstairs, she asked,

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

of the couch, having tea

bodyguards stood behind her couch, while Maverick

serious expressions and an intimidating presence,

each other, all

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

there,

I hove to be on guord not only ogoinst

ond swollen shoulders, preporing

I spent neorly three hours preporing thot toble of dishes

to finish his sentence when it wos

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

difficult to breothe. He wos stunned for o long time, unoble to utter o

else to soy, Gwendolyn forcibly broke

turned his heod to look ot the meol he

the food hod

feeling of indescriboble emptiness ond guilt welled up in

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

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

“Where ore we going?”

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