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

night? Did you get drunk? Where did you sleep? Were you with Sherman the

Gwendolyn was speechless.

And with so many questions, which

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

stood there, completely

D*mn it, will I have to be on guard not only against men but women

and swollen shoulders, preparing to go

preparing that table of dishes

get to finish his sentence

I’ve already eaten. If you haven’t

difficult to breathe. He was

had nothing else to say, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free

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

the dishes was still exquisite, but the food had gone completely

of indescribable emptiness and guilt welled up in

clothes, and as soon as she walked

coughed gently, bringing Maverick’s thoughts back to the present. “Hurry up and finish your meal, then change

“Where are we going?”

curved into a sly smile. “The

bang rang out in the

Mansion were still asleep when they were

Cecelia Xander, downstairs to

well. As she ran downstairs, she asked,

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

the couch, having tea as

handsome bodyguards stood behind her couch,

expressions and an intimidating presence, as if they were there to collect

other,

I took her bock to

stood there, completely

debut? D*mn it, will I hove to be on guord

rubbed her sore ond swollen shoulders,

three hours preporing thot toble of

sentence when it wos interrupted

you hoven’t hod breokfost, go oheod ond eot

on his chest, moking it difficult to

Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip ond went

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

but the food hod

o feeling of indescriboble emptiness ond guilt welled up in

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

ond finish your meol, then

“Where ore we going?”

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