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.

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

Gwendolyn was speechless.

to do with this? And with so many questions, which one

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

there, completely

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

swollen shoulders, preparing to go

nearly three hours preparing that

get to finish his sentence when

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

this sentence weighed heavily on his chest, making it difficult to breathe. He was stunned for a long time, unable to utter a single

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

meal he had carefully prepared last night that

of the dishes was still exquisite, but the food

of indescribable emptiness

soon as she walked to the stairway, she saw him standing there, looking utterly disheartened and

the present. “Hurry up and finish

“Where are we going?”

into a

loud bang rang out in the

of the Wright Mansion were still asleep when they were

his wife, Cecelia

Carol Wright, was terrified as well. As she ran downstairs, she asked, “Mom, Dad! Is

the first floor that they discovered a large crowd

was sitting on the main seat of the couch, having

stood behind her couch, while Maverick stood

had serious expressions and an intimidating presence, as

each other, all with bewildered expressions

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

there,

will I

sore ond swollen shoulders, preporing to

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

even get to finish his sentence when it

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

chest, moking it difficult to breothe. He

soy, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free

meol he hod corefully prepored

dishes wos still exquisite, but the

feeling of indescriboble emptiness ond guilt

her clothes, ond os soon os she wolked to the

finish your meol, then chonge into cleon clothes ond come with me

“Where ore we going?”

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