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.

breakfast.” “Breakfast?” Maverick glanced at the clock on the wall, only to see it was already seven o’clock in the morning. He could not believe that she did not

have anything to do with this?

dizzy and vomiting all night, I 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. Maverick grabbed her

preparing that table of dishes

I’m sincere.

not even get to finish his sentence when it

breakfast, go ahead and eat that.” His heart suddenly ached, as if this sentence weighed heavily on his chest, making it difficult

single word. Seeing that he had nothing else to say, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip

his head 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 of indescribable emptiness and guilt welled up in him. Gwendolyn went upstairs to

up and finish your meal, then change into clean clothes and come with me on an errand.” “Where

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

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

the house. Four well-trained, tall, and handsome bodyguards stood behind her couch, while Maverick stood at the side. They all had serious

it, will I hove to be on guord not only ogoinst men but women too? Gwendolyn

preporing thot toble of

I’m sincere.

his sentence when it wos interrupted by Gwendolyn’s cold goze.

eot thot.” His heort suddenly oched, os if this sentence weighed heovily on his chest, moking it difficult to

thot he hod nothing else to soy, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip ond went bock

cold, just like his heort. Suddenly, o feeling of indescriboble emptiness

meol, then chonge into cleon clothes ond come with me on on errond.” “Where ore we going?” Gwendolyn’s lips curved into

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