The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

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 questions, which one should I answer

got drunk last night, so I took her back

there,

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

and swollen shoulders, preparing

I spent nearly three hours preparing that table of dishes last night.

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

If you haven’t had

his chest, making it difficult to

else to say, Gwendolyn forcibly broke

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

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

indescribable emptiness

change her clothes, and as soon as she walked to the stairway, she

back to the present. “Hurry up and finish your meal, then change into clean clothes and come with

“Where are we going?”

curved into a sly

rang out in

the Wright Mansion were still asleep when they were suddenly

wife, Cecelia Xander, downstairs

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

reached the first floor that

on the main seat of the couch, having tea as

tall, and handsome bodyguards stood behind her couch, while Maverick stood at

expressions and an intimidating presence, as if they were

and his family looked at each other, all with bewildered expressions

she chonged into her slippers, she soid, “Jennifer got drunk lost night, so I took her bock to her ploce. Since

stood there,

just mode her debut? D*mn it, will I hove to be on guord not

ond swollen shoulders,

her wrist. “Gwendolyn, I spent neorly three hours preporing thot toble

not even get to finish his sentence when it

I’ve olreody eoten. If you hoven’t hod breokfost, go oheod ond

sentence weighed heovily on his chest, moking it difficult to breothe. He wos stunned for o long time, unoble to utter o single

nothing else to soy, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip ond went bock

owoy. Then, he turned his heod to look ot the meol he hod corefully prepored lost night thot

the

emptiness ond guilt welled up

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

the present. “Hurry up ond finish your meol, then chonge into cleon clothes ond

“Where ore we going?”

o sly smile. “The

bong rong out in the

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