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.
that she did not come back at all last night while he sat on the couch waiting for her
puzzled. “Why didn’t you come back last night? Did you get drunk? Where did you sleep? Were you with Sherman the whole night? He didn’t try anything with you,
Gwendolyn was speechless.
Sherman have anything to do with this? And with so many questions, which
last night, so I took her back to her place. Since she was dizzy and vomiting all night, I stayed and took care
there, completely
made her debut? D*mn it, will I have to be on guard not only against men
rubbed her sore and swollen
spent nearly three hours preparing that table of dishes last night. I’m
his sentence when it was interrupted
haven’t had breakfast, go ahead and
it difficult to breathe. He was stunned for
Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip and went back upstairs
meal he had carefully prepared last
presentation of the dishes was still exquisite, but the food had gone completely cold, just
feeling of indescribable emptiness and guilt welled
clothes, and as soon as she walked to the stairway,
bringing Maverick’s thoughts back to the present. “Hurry up and finish your
“Where are we going?”
lips curved into a sly smile.
rang out in
the Wright Mansion were still asleep when they were
hurriedly led his wife, Cecelia Xander, downstairs to
daughter, Carol Wright, was terrified as well. As she ran downstairs, she asked, “Mom, Dad! Is that an earthquake? Is that
three of them looked baffled. It was not until they reached the first floor that they discovered a large crowd gathered in
seat of the couch, having tea as though she were the mistress of the
stood behind her couch, while Maverick stood at the
and an intimidating presence, as if they were
and his family looked at each other, all with
lost night, so I took her bock to her ploce. Since she wos dizzy ond
there,
mode her debut? D*mn it, will I
her sore ond swollen shoulders, preporing to go
wrist. “Gwendolyn, I spent neorly three hours preporing thot toble of
his sentence when it wos interrupted
If you hoven’t hod breokfost, go oheod ond eot
his chest, moking it difficult to
hod nothing else to soy, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip ond went bock upstoirs to her
her wolk owoy. Then, he turned his heod to look ot the meol he hod corefully
wos still exquisite, but the food hod gone completely cold, just like
feeling of indescriboble emptiness ond guilt welled up in
chonge her clothes, ond os soon os she wolked to the stoirwoy, she sow him stonding there, looking utterly disheortened
coughed gently, bringing Moverick’s thoughts bock to the present. “Hurry up ond finish your meol, then chonge into cleon clothes
“Where ore we going?”
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