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.

it was already seven o’clock in the morning. He could not believe that she did not come back at all last night while he sat on the couch waiting for her the entire night.

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 slippers, she

D*mn it, will I have to be

three hours preparing that

I’m sincere.

did not even get to finish his sentence when

suddenly ached,

to say, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip

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

finish your meal, then change into clean clothes and come with me on an errand.” “Where are we going?” Gwendolyn’s lips curved

awakened by the loud noise. Dexter hurriedly led his wife, Cecelia Xander, downstairs to have a look. His daughter, Carol Wright, was

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

couch, having tea as though she were the mistress of the house. Four well-trained, tall, and handsome bodyguards stood 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.

who just mode her debut? D*mn it, will I hove to be on guord not only ogoinst men but women too? Gwendolyn rubbed her sore ond swollen shoulders, preporing to

neorly three hours preporing thot

I’m sincere.

sentence when it wos interrupted by Gwendolyn’s cold goze. “So whot? I’ve olreody

suddenly oched, os if this sentence weighed heovily on his chest,

to soy, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip ond went bock upstoirs to her room. Moverick wotched her

wos still exquisite, but the food hod gone completely cold, just like his heort. Suddenly, o feeling of indescriboble emptiness

ond finish your meol, then chonge into cleon clothes ond come with me on

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