Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 215 Congratulations

As much as Elven felt sympathy for her, he still had to drag her back to reality. “Please return to your senses, Ms. Harris. Mr. Wright is gone. His ashes are buried in Fairlake’s cemetery. You visited him countless times over the past six months. Don’t you remember?”

Gwendolyn froze while self-doubt settled on her countenance.

“Please stop torturing yourself, Ms. Harris. Mr. Wright’s never coming back, so just let it go. Your eyes were just playing tricks on you!” While speaking, he resisted the urge to sob.

He’s right. Why would someone who’s been dead for half a year show up here? I must’ve gone mad… Tears welled in Gwendolyn’s eyes as she clutched her heart. This hurts so much… I feel like I’m suffocating.

Affected by her sorrow, Elven teared up too. “You’re drunk, Ms. Harris. Let’s go. William and the others have booked hotel rooms for us. Let’s return early to rest.”

Gwendolyn slumped weakly like a deflated balloon after getting her hopes up for nothing.

After what happened, she was no longer in the mood to stay at the gathering. Thus, she took up Elven’s suggestion and returned to the hotel.

Just as they headed downstairs, Nico stepped out of another elevator and casually ambled into the VIP room furthest down the corridor.

Upon arriving at her hotel room, Gwendolyn entered the bathroom and turned the water flow setting to max.

The water was scalding, but she felt cold because her heart had gone numb.

She hoped the shower would help her pull herself together as her tears joined the hot water.

In her mind, she kept telling herself that Maverick had died for her and would never return.

she had when she returned. “Wasn’t Ms. Harris’ mood still stable when she attended the gathering? Why did she look like

a similar figure to

sighed in unison

day, when Gwendolyn woke

her terrible mood from yesterday aside, she

Harris family had bought the entire Mount Tranquil, located on Salinsburgh’s outskirts. Thus, the humongous Harris

uncles, Gideon and Hector, lived in buildings located halfway up the mountain. Even so, she ignored them and drove straight to

was already waiting for

door for her. “You’re finally back,

your hard

the bodyguards weren’t carrying anything. “Why didn’t you bring any

“I’m only here to visit my father. I’m not staying.” Too many awful

she heard someone descending the stairs in

limited-edition, skin-tight, yellow dress and

sister than her stepmother, as she was thirty years old

latter made eye contact with

Gwendolyn’s path. “You’re not even going to greet me? It seems like you’ve forgotten your manners in the years you weren’t around, Ms. Harris. I should’ve expected nothing less from someone

provoked, Gwendolyn grinned. “You really think you’re the lady of the house after staying here

at Gwendolyn viciously, Lorelai gritted her teeth. “Why

my mother, even though you’re only three years older

she whispered next to Lorelai’s ear. “You should cherish your current wealthy life. After all, I’ll be inheriting all

years, she’s still as arrogant as before!

thought entered her mind, calming her

should congratulate you. You see, Old Mr. Jenson paid us a visit last

expression shifted. “My father engaged me to someone? How can he do this without asking me about

her chin haughtily. “You

bolted to the study instead of arguing

delighted to