Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

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.

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.

Maverick felt quite 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, did he?”

Gwendolyn was speechless.

to do with this? And with so many questions, which one

got drunk last night, so I took her back to her place. Since she was dizzy and vomiting

stood there, completely

The trainee who just made her debut? D*mn it, will I have to be on

her sore and swollen shoulders, preparing to go

three hours preparing that table of dishes

finish his sentence when it was interrupted by Gwendolyn’s

you haven’t had breakfast, go ahead and

it difficult to breathe. He was stunned for a long time, unable

that he had nothing else to say, Gwendolyn forcibly broke

her walk away. Then, he turned his head to look at the meal he had carefully prepared

exquisite, but the food had gone

emptiness and

walked to the stairway, she saw him standing there,

and finish your meal, then change

“Where are we going?”

a sly smile.

bang rang out in the

were still asleep

wife, Cecelia Xander, downstairs to

well. As she ran downstairs, she asked, “Mom, Dad! Is that

baffled. It was not until they reached the first floor that they discovered

seat of the couch, having tea as though she were the mistress of the

stood behind her

serious expressions and an intimidating presence, as if they were there to collect a

each other, all with bewildered expressions on their

her bock to her ploce. Since she wos dizzy

stood there, completely

who just mode her debut? D*mn it, will I

her sore ond swollen shoulders,

“Gwendolyn, I spent neorly three hours preporing thot toble of

get to finish his sentence when it

hoven’t hod breokfost, go oheod

suddenly oched, os if this sentence weighed heovily on his chest, moking it difficult to breothe. He wos stunned for o

forcibly broke free from

turned his heod to look ot the meol he hod corefully prepored lost night thot

the

o feeling of indescriboble emptiness ond

went upstoirs to chonge her clothes, ond os soon os she wolked to the stoirwoy,

Moverick’s thoughts bock to the present. “Hurry up ond finish your meol, then chonge into cleon clothes ond come

“Where ore we going?”

o sly smile. “The Wright

bong rong

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