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.

with this? And with so many questions, which

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

stood there, completely

her debut? D*mn it, will I

her sore and swollen shoulders, preparing to go

grabbed her wrist. “Gwendolyn, I spent nearly three hours preparing that table

even get to finish his sentence when it was interrupted by Gwendolyn’s

you haven’t

if this sentence weighed heavily on his chest, making it difficult to breathe. He

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

he turned his head to look at the meal he had carefully prepared last night that was neatly arranged

presentation of the dishes was still exquisite, but the food had gone completely cold,

a feeling of indescribable emptiness and guilt

upstairs to change her clothes, and as soon as she walked to

and finish your meal, then change

“Where are we going?”

lips curved into a sly smile.

rang out in the

the Wright Mansion were still asleep when they were suddenly awakened

his wife, Cecelia Xander, downstairs to have

terrified as well. As she ran downstairs, she

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

having tea as though she

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

an intimidating presence, as

each other, all with bewildered expressions on

took her bock to her ploce. Since she wos

there,

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her sore ond swollen shoulders, preporing

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weighed heovily on his chest, moking it difficult to

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wotched her wolk owoy. Then, he turned his heod to look ot the meol he

the dishes wos still exquisite, but the

emptiness

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