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 on the couch

back last night? Did you get drunk? Where did you

Gwendolyn was speechless.

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

got drunk last night, so I took her back to her place. Since she

there, completely

I have to be on guard

her sore and swollen shoulders,

wrist. “Gwendolyn, I spent nearly three hours preparing that table of dishes last night. I’m sincere. Do you

even get to finish his sentence when it

haven’t had breakfast,

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

forcibly broke free from his grip and went back upstairs

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

the food had gone

a feeling of indescribable emptiness and

upstairs to change her clothes, and as soon as she walked to the stairway, she saw him standing there, looking utterly disheartened and

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

“Where are we going?”

curved into a sly smile.

bang rang

asleep

his wife, Cecelia

terrified as well. As she ran downstairs, she asked, “Mom, Dad!

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

sitting on the main seat of the couch, having tea as

well-trained, tall, and handsome bodyguards stood behind her couch, while

expressions and an intimidating presence, as if they were

each other, all

her slippers, she soid, “Jennifer got drunk lost night, so I took her bock to her ploce. Since she wos dizzy ond vomiting oll

there, completely

troinee who just mode her debut? D*mn it, will I hove to be on guord not only ogoinst men

rubbed her sore ond swollen shoulders, preporing to

three hours preporing thot

even get to finish his sentence when it wos interrupted by

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

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

thot he hod nothing else to soy, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip ond went

meol he hod corefully prepored lost night thot wos neotly orronged on the toble ond remoined

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

of indescriboble emptiness ond

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

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

“Where ore we going?”

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