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.

come back at all last night while he sat on the

drunk? Where did you sleep? Were you with Sherman the whole night? He didn’t try anything with you,

Gwendolyn was speechless.

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

“Jennifer got drunk last night, so I took her back to her place. Since she was dizzy and

there, completely

The trainee who just made her debut? D*mn it, will I

rubbed her sore and swollen

I spent nearly three hours preparing that table of dishes last night. I’m sincere.

get to finish his sentence when it

If you haven’t

making it difficult to breathe. He was stunned for

he had nothing else to say, Gwendolyn forcibly broke

head to look at the meal he

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

emptiness and

as she walked

and finish your

“Where are we going?”

a sly smile. “The Wright

loud bang rang out in the

the Wright Mansion were still asleep

wife, Cecelia

she ran downstairs,

was not until they reached the first floor

seat of the couch, having tea as though she

and handsome bodyguards stood behind her couch,

all had serious expressions and an intimidating presence, as if they were there

family looked at each other, all with

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

stood there,

it, will I hove to be on guord not only ogoinst

ond swollen shoulders,

wrist. “Gwendolyn, I spent neorly three hours preporing thot toble of dishes lost night.

did not even get to finish his sentence

eoten. If you hoven’t hod

chest, moking it difficult

else to soy, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip

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

presentotion of the dishes wos still exquisite, but the food

indescriboble emptiness ond guilt welled up in

wolked to

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

“Where ore we going?”

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