Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel 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.

Maverick felt quite puzzled. “Why didn’t you come back last night? Did you get drunk? Where did you sleep? Were you with Sherman the whole night? He didn’t try anything with you, did he?”

Gwendolyn was speechless.

What does Sherman have anything to do with this? And with so many questions, which one should I answer first?

As she changed into her slippers, she said, “Jennifer got drunk last night, so I took her back to her place. Since she was dizzy and vomiting all night, I stayed and took care of her.”

Maverick stood there, completely stunned.

Jennifer? The trainee who just made her debut? D*mn it, will I have to be on guard not only against men but women too?

Gwendolyn rubbed her sore and swollen shoulders, preparing to go upstairs.

Maverick grabbed her wrist. “Gwendolyn, I spent nearly three hours preparing that table of dishes last night. I’m sincere. Do you want to—”

He did not even get to finish his sentence when it was interrupted by Gwendolyn’s cold gaze.

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

His heart suddenly ached, as if this sentence weighed heavily on his chest, making it difficult to breathe. He was stunned for a long time, unable to utter a single word.

Seeing that he had nothing else to say, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip and went back upstairs to her room.

Maverick watched her walk away. Then, he turned his head to look at the meal he had carefully prepared last night that was neatly arranged on the table and remained untouched.

The presentation of the dishes was still exquisite, but the food had gone completely cold, just like his heart.

Suddenly, a feeling of indescribable emptiness and guilt welled up in him.

Gwendolyn went upstairs to change her clothes, and as soon as she walked to the stairway, she saw him standing there, looking utterly disheartened and lost.

She coughed gently, bringing Maverick’s thoughts back to the present. “Hurry up and finish your meal, then change into clean clothes and come with me on an errand.”

“Where are we going?”

Gwendolyn’s lips curved into a sly smile. “The Wright mansion.”

A loud bang rang out in the air.

The residents of the Wright Mansion were still asleep when they were suddenly awakened by the loud noise.

Dexter hurriedly led his wife, Cecelia Xander, downstairs to have a look.

His daughter, Carol Wright, was terrified as well. As she ran downstairs, she asked, “Mom, Dad! Is that an earthquake? Is that an earthquake?”