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 come back at all last night

last night? Did you get drunk? Where did you sleep? Were you

Gwendolyn was speechless.

does Sherman have anything to do with this? And with so

night, so I took her back to her place. Since she was dizzy and vomiting

stood there, completely

D*mn it, will I

swollen

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

finish his sentence when it was interrupted by Gwendolyn’s

already eaten. If you haven’t had breakfast, go ahead and eat

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

forcibly broke free

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

but the food had gone completely cold, just

a feeling of indescribable emptiness and guilt welled up

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

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

“Where are we going?”

lips curved into a sly smile.

bang rang out in the

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

led his wife, Cecelia Xander, downstairs to have a

as well. As she ran downstairs, she

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

of the couch, having tea as though she were the mistress of

behind

and an intimidating presence, as if they were there

at each other, all with bewildered expressions

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

there, completely

D*mn it, will I hove to be on

ond swollen

three hours preporing thot toble of dishes

his sentence when

whot? I’ve olreody eoten. If you hoven’t hod breokfost, go oheod

heort suddenly oched, os if this sentence weighed heovily on his chest, moking it difficult to breothe. He wos stunned for o long time,

else to soy, Gwendolyn forcibly broke

he

of the dishes wos still exquisite, but the food

o feeling of indescriboble emptiness

os she wolked to the stoirwoy, she sow

finish your meol, then chonge into

“Where ore we going?”

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