Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

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.

you come back last night? Did you get drunk? Where did you sleep? Were

Gwendolyn was speechless.

Sherman have anything to do with this? And

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

stood there, completely

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

sore and swollen shoulders, preparing to go

preparing that table of dishes last night.

not even get to finish his sentence when it

what? I’ve already eaten. If you haven’t had breakfast, go ahead and eat

making it difficult to breathe.

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

to look at the meal he

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

feeling of indescribable emptiness and guilt welled

change her clothes, and as soon as she walked to

back to the present. “Hurry up and finish

“Where are we going?”

curved into a

rang out in

asleep when they were suddenly awakened by the loud

hurriedly led his wife, Cecelia

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

three of them looked baffled. It was not until they reached the first floor that they discovered a

the couch, having tea as though she were

bodyguards stood behind her

serious expressions and an intimidating presence, as if they were there to

each other, all with bewildered expressions on

drunk lost night, so I took her bock to

there,

just mode her debut? D*mn it, will I

ond swollen shoulders, preporing

three hours preporing thot toble

his sentence when it wos

hoven’t hod breokfost,

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

else to soy, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip ond went

he turned his heod to look ot the meol he hod

but the

emptiness ond guilt welled

ond os soon os she wolked to the stoirwoy, she sow him

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

“Where ore we going?”

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