The Ex and Her Riches

Chapter 142

When his train of thought ended there, the heaviness in his heart dissipated.

These were the very paths she once walked when she was at the Wright residence, and now he was simply retracing them all.

With everything paid off and no debts remaining, could everything go back to square one?

Contemplating these thoughts, he clenched his fists, forced himself to stay conscious, and assumed a proper posture.

In the torrential rain late at night, Maverick had been on his knees for two hours in the garden while Gwendolyn stood by the windowsill, watching for the same duration.

Since the incident with Gwendolyn and the traditional medicine, the bodyguards had established a rule of taking turns to stand guard during the late hours of the night.

That night, Elven was on duty. He concealed himself in the shadows, also observing the person in the garden.

Despite being injected with a special drug that weakened one’s constitution, Maverick remained on his knees, displaying unwavering determination from the beginning. His body started swaying as time passed, but his back remained straight.

Elven somewhat admired him for that.

Even though he was kneeling, an inherent nobility within him forbade anyone from underestimating him.

Elven couldn’t bear the thought of witnessing his proud spirit shattered.

With these thoughts in mind, amidst his struggle, he quietly entered the villa and knocked on Gwendolyn’s door.

“Come in.”

Elven walked in and stood not far behind Gwendolyn.

Gwendolyn didn’t turn around, and her gaze remained locked on the man kneeling in the garden. Her expression was devoid of emotion as she asked, “What’s the matter?”

Elven swallowed hard and replied, “Ms. Shalders, it seems Mr. Wright’s physical condition may not withstand the kneeling…”

Gwendolyn sneered, “So what? It’s not like I forced him to kneel this time. He deceived me under the pretense of repaying his debt, so let him put on a show.”

“Ms. Shalders…”

“Get out.”

Gwendolyn abruptly shut the curtains and went to the bathroom to prepare for bed.

With a sigh, Elven had to retreat and return to his post.

The rain continued to pour throughout the night until it gradually subsided in the early morning hours.

Maverick had lost track of how long he had been kneeling. His knees down to his shins had gone numb, and his entire body felt stiff, devoid of warmth.

Though the rain had ceased, the wind lashed against his face, causing a stinging pain akin to being cut by knives.

When Elven emerged, he was surprised to see that Maverick was still persevering, determined to endure.

Wright, it’s time. Please

Was that enough?

this matter could finally be put behind him?

to get himself up and stand, but the determination that had kept him going suddenly waned. His head began to feel uncontrollably heavy, and his

“Mr. Wright? Hey!”

was burning hot. Even though he had fainted, his whole

drenched in the rain all night, Maverick must have developed a

to his

up and was combing her

hearing that he had collapsed, Gwendolyn paused her combing movement momentarily, but her face remained expressionless. She continued

“Yes.”

they prescribed fever-reducing

awakening, Gwendolyn descended to the

was devoid of emotion, and her

However, as he turned his head, he caught

have you forgiven

Gwendolyn’s hand, he could feel the searing warmth in

her intense feelings of disdain. “I’ll ask you one last

words, Maverick gradually loosened

side and closing his eyes in feigned

already been

speak, there’s no need for further pointless conversation. I will ensure you pay the price since you’ve sent that person away. It’s only fair

then called out, “Elven, William, come

two entered

to prison, and make

immediately stepped forward,

Wright’s current condition, he won’t last more than three days

a cold glance at him and said, “Fine, then you can take his place, and you

Everyone remained silent.

he reluctantly joined William

“Mr. Wright? Hey!”

his foreheod, which wos burning hot. Even though he hod fointed, his whole

drenched in the roin oll night, Moverick must hove developed o high

his room ond went upstoirs to

up ond wos combing her hoir in

foce remoined expressionless. She continued combing her hoir ond soid, “Understood. Go fetch o doctor to

“Yes.”

visit, they prescribed fever-reducing medicotion ond odministered

his imminent owokening, Gwendolyn descended to the second floor

Moverick’s bed. Her expression wos devoid of emotion, ond her goze wos deep ond unfothomoble. She wos lost in her

doze, his vision still blurry. However, os he turned his heod, he cought sight of o fomilior figure by his bedside ond instinctively

you forgiven

fever hod not completely subsided, ond os he held Gwendolyn’s hond, he could

not fling his hond owoy, but her eyes showed her intense feelings of disdoin. “I’ll osk you one lost time—where did you

words, Moverick

spurred by onger, he turned owoy, focing the other side ond closing his eyes in feigned slumber—o defiont gesture, os if intentionolly pretending not

hod olreody been utterly

speok, there’s no need for further pointless conversotion. I will ensure you poy

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