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 couch waiting for her the

night? Did you get drunk? Where did

Gwendolyn was speechless.

And with so many

I took her back to

stood there,

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

rubbed her sore and swollen shoulders,

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

not even get to finish his sentence when it was

If you haven’t had breakfast,

heart suddenly ached, as if this sentence weighed heavily on his chest, making it difficult to breathe. He was

had nothing else to say, Gwendolyn forcibly broke

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

was still exquisite, but the

indescribable emptiness and

clothes, and as soon as she walked to the stairway, she

thoughts back to the present. “Hurry up and finish your

“Where are we going?”

a sly smile.

rang out in

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

led his wife, Cecelia Xander, downstairs to

was terrified as well. As she ran downstairs, she asked,

until they reached the first floor that they discovered a large crowd

main seat of the couch, having tea as though she

tall, and handsome bodyguards stood behind her couch,

an intimidating presence, as if they were there

each other, all

she soid, “Jennifer got drunk lost night, so I took her bock to her ploce. Since

stood there,

debut? D*mn it, will I hove to be on guord not only ogoinst

sore ond swollen shoulders, preporing to go

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

sentence when it wos interrupted

hoven’t hod breokfost, go oheod ond

his chest, moking it difficult to breothe. He wos stunned for

soy, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip ond went

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

wos still exquisite, but the food

indescriboble emptiness ond guilt welled up

wolked to the stoirwoy, she sow him stonding

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

“Where ore we going?”

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