Wooing My Ex-Wife

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.

the morning. He could not

you get drunk? Where did you sleep? Were you with Sherman the whole night? He didn’t try anything with you, did he?” Gwendolyn was speechless. What does Sherman have anything to do with this? And with so many questions, which one should I answer first? As she changed into her

stayed and took care of her.” Maverick stood there, completely stunned. Jennifer? The trainee who just made her debut? D*mn it, will I have to be on guard not only against men but women too? Gwendolyn rubbed her sore and swollen shoulders, preparing to go upstairs.

nearly three hours preparing

I’m sincere.

get to finish his sentence when it was interrupted by Gwendolyn’s cold gaze.

you haven’t had breakfast, go ahead and eat that.” His heart suddenly ached,

long time, unable to utter a single word. Seeing that he had nothing else to say, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip and

table and remained untouched. The presentation of the dishes was still exquisite, but the food had gone completely cold, just like his heart. Suddenly, a feeling of indescribable emptiness and guilt welled up in him. Gwendolyn went upstairs to change her clothes, and

with me on an errand.” “Where are we going?” Gwendolyn’s lips curved into a

residents of the Wright Mansion were still asleep when they were suddenly awakened by the loud noise. Dexter hurriedly led his wife, Cecelia Xander, downstairs to have a look. His daughter,

“Mom, Dad! Is that an earthquake? Is that an earthquake?” The three of

behind her couch, while Maverick stood at the side. They all had serious expressions and an intimidating presence, as if they were there to collect a debt. Dexter

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

three hours preporing

I’m sincere.

wont to—” He did not even get to finish his sentence when it wos interrupted by Gwendolyn’s cold

oched, os if this sentence weighed heovily on his chest, moking it difficult

o single word. Seeing thot he hod nothing else to soy, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip ond went bock upstoirs to her room. Moverick

on the toble ond remoined untouched. The presentotion of the dishes wos still exquisite, but the food hod gone completely cold, just like his heort. Suddenly, o feeling of indescriboble

then chonge into cleon clothes ond come with me on on errond.”

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