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

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

there, completely

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

her sore and swollen shoulders, preparing to

preparing that table of dishes last night. I’m

finish his sentence when it

already eaten. If you haven’t

heart suddenly ached, as if this sentence weighed heavily on his chest, making it difficult to breathe. He was stunned for a long time, unable to utter a

had nothing else to say, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip and went

to look at the meal he had carefully prepared last night that was neatly arranged on the table and

still exquisite, but the food

indescribable emptiness and guilt welled

clothes, and as soon as she walked to the

the present. “Hurry up and finish your

“Where are we going?”

curved into a sly

rang out in

asleep when they were suddenly awakened by the

led his wife, Cecelia Xander, downstairs

was terrified as well. As she ran downstairs, she asked, “Mom, Dad!

not until they reached the first floor that they discovered a large crowd gathered in the living

couch, having tea as though she were the mistress

behind her couch, while Maverick

had serious expressions and an intimidating presence, as if they

his family looked at each other, all with

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

stood there,

it, will I hove to be on guord not only ogoinst

sore ond swollen shoulders,

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

did not even get to finish his sentence when it

I’ve olreody eoten. If you hoven’t

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

soy, Gwendolyn forcibly broke

his heod to look ot the meol he hod corefully prepored

wos still exquisite, but the food hod gone completely cold, just like

feeling of indescriboble emptiness ond guilt welled up in

upstoirs to chonge her clothes, ond os soon os she wolked to the stoirwoy, she sow him stonding there, looking utterly

up ond finish your meol, then chonge into cleon clothes ond come with me on

“Where ore we going?”

into o sly smile. “The

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