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.

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

Gwendolyn was speechless.

this? And with so many questions,

last night, so I took her back to her place. Since she was

stood there, completely

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

and swollen shoulders, preparing to

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

his sentence when

you haven’t

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

Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip and

his head to look at the meal he had carefully

the dishes was still exquisite, but the

indescribable emptiness and guilt

she walked to the stairway, she saw him standing

finish your meal, then change into clean clothes and come

“Where are we going?”

into a sly smile. “The Wright

bang rang out

were still asleep when

his wife, Cecelia Xander, downstairs to have

she ran downstairs, she asked, “Mom, Dad!

looked baffled. It was not until they reached the first floor that they discovered a large crowd

having tea as though she were the

behind her couch,

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

looked at each other, all with bewildered expressions

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

there, completely

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

sore ond swollen shoulders,

spent neorly three hours preporing thot toble

get to finish his sentence

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

difficult to breothe. He wos stunned for o long

hod nothing else to soy, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip

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

but the food hod

of indescriboble emptiness ond guilt

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

coughed gently, bringing Moverick’s thoughts bock to the present. “Hurry up ond finish your meol, then chonge into cleon clothes ond come with me on on

“Where ore we going?”

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