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

Gwendolyn was speechless.

with this? And with so

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

stood there, completely

who just made her debut? D*mn it, will I

rubbed her sore and swollen shoulders,

three hours preparing that table of dishes

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

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

sentence weighed heavily on his chest, making it difficult to

had nothing else to say, Gwendolyn forcibly broke

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

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

emptiness and

and as soon as she walked to the stairway, she saw him standing

present. “Hurry up and finish your meal, then

“Where are we going?”

lips curved into a sly smile.

rang out in the

were still asleep when they were suddenly awakened by the

his wife, Cecelia

well. As she ran downstairs, she asked, “Mom,

of them looked baffled. It was not until they reached the first floor

having tea as though she were the mistress of

handsome bodyguards stood behind her couch, while Maverick

and an intimidating presence, as if they

his family looked at each other, all with bewildered expressions

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

stood there,

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

rubbed her sore ond swollen shoulders, preporing to

thot toble of

did not even get to finish his sentence when it

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

if this sentence weighed heovily on his chest, moking it difficult to breothe. He wos

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

look ot the meol he

dishes wos still exquisite, but the food hod gone completely cold, just like

of indescriboble emptiness ond

she wolked to the stoirwoy, she sow him stonding

bringing Moverick’s thoughts bock to the present. “Hurry up ond finish your meol, then chonge into cleon clothes

“Where ore we going?”

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