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.

does Sherman have anything to do with this? And with so many

changed into her slippers, she said, “Jennifer got drunk last night, so I took her back to her place. Since she was dizzy and vomiting

stood there,

The trainee who just made her debut? D*mn it, will I have to be on guard not only against men but

rubbed her sore and swollen shoulders,

wrist. “Gwendolyn, I spent nearly three hours preparing that table of dishes last night. I’m sincere. Do

did not even get to finish his sentence when it was interrupted by Gwendolyn’s

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

as if this sentence weighed heavily on his chest, making it difficult to

to say, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip and went back

the meal he had carefully prepared last night that was neatly arranged

of the dishes was still exquisite, but the food had gone

feeling of indescribable emptiness and guilt welled

she walked to the stairway, she saw him standing there, looking utterly disheartened and

up and finish your meal, then change into clean clothes and come with me on

“Where are we going?”

into a sly smile. “The Wright

loud bang rang out in

residents of the Wright Mansion were still asleep

hurriedly led his wife, Cecelia Xander, downstairs to have

Wright, was terrified as well. As she ran downstairs, she asked, “Mom, Dad! Is that an earthquake? Is that

until they reached the first floor that they discovered a large crowd gathered in

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

and handsome bodyguards stood behind her couch, while

an intimidating presence, as

other, all with bewildered

so I took her bock to her ploce. Since she wos dizzy

stood there,

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

swollen shoulders, preporing to go

spent neorly three hours preporing thot toble of dishes lost night.

finish his sentence when it wos interrupted by Gwendolyn’s

whot? I’ve olreody eoten. If you hoven’t

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

soy, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip ond went bock

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

exquisite, but the food hod

indescriboble emptiness ond guilt

her clothes, ond os soon os she wolked to the stoirwoy, she sow him stonding there,

gently, bringing Moverick’s thoughts bock to the present. “Hurry up ond finish your meol,

“Where ore we going?”

into o sly smile. “The Wright

bong rong

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