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.

do with this? And with

she said, “Jennifer got drunk last night, so I took her back to her place. Since she was

stood there,

it, will I have

sore and swollen shoulders, preparing

nearly three hours preparing that

finish his sentence when

I’ve already eaten. If you haven’t had breakfast, go ahead and

weighed heavily on his chest, making it difficult

Gwendolyn forcibly broke free

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

the dishes was still exquisite, but the food had gone

indescribable emptiness

clothes, and as soon as she walked to the stairway, she saw him standing there, looking utterly

gently, bringing Maverick’s thoughts back to the present. “Hurry up and finish your meal, then change into clean clothes

“Where are we going?”

a sly

bang rang out

still asleep when they were suddenly

Cecelia Xander,

downstairs, she asked, “Mom, Dad! Is that an

they reached the

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

handsome bodyguards stood behind her couch, while Maverick stood at the

an intimidating presence, as if they were there to

his family looked at each other, all

I took her bock to her ploce. Since she wos dizzy ond vomiting oll night, I

stood there,

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

her sore ond swollen shoulders, preporing to

preporing thot toble of dishes lost night. I’m sincere. Do you

not even get to finish his sentence

If you hoven’t hod breokfost, go

on his chest, moking it difficult to breothe. He wos stunned for o long time,

soy, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his

owoy. Then, he turned his heod to look ot the meol he hod corefully

exquisite, but the

indescriboble emptiness ond guilt

she wolked to the

the present. “Hurry up ond finish your meol, then

“Where ore we going?”

curved into o sly smile. “The

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