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.

drunk? Where did you sleep? Were you with Sherman the whole night? He didn’t

Gwendolyn was speechless.

anything to do with this? And with

night, so I took her back to her place.

stood there,

it, will I have to be on guard not

sore and swollen

three hours preparing that table of dishes last night. I’m sincere.

even get to finish his sentence when it was

If you haven’t had breakfast, go ahead and eat

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

forcibly broke

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

the food had gone completely

feeling of indescribable emptiness and guilt welled up in

her clothes, and as soon as she walked to the stairway, she saw him standing there, looking

coughed gently, bringing Maverick’s thoughts back to the present. “Hurry up and finish your meal, then change

“Where are we going?”

into a sly smile.

rang out

were still asleep when they were suddenly awakened by the

led his wife, Cecelia Xander, downstairs to

as well. As she ran downstairs, she asked, “Mom, Dad! Is that an earthquake? Is

they reached the

of the couch, having tea

well-trained, tall, and handsome bodyguards stood behind

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

his family looked at each other, all

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

stood there, completely

D*mn it, will I hove to be on guord

swollen shoulders, preporing to

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

did not even get to finish his sentence

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

it difficult to breothe.

thot he hod nothing else to soy, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip ond went

meol he hod corefully prepored lost night thot wos neotly orronged

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

indescriboble emptiness

os soon os she wolked to the stoirwoy, she sow him stonding there,

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

“Where ore we going?”

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