Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 215

As much as Elven felt sympathy for her, he still had to drag her back to reality. “Please return to your senses, Ms. Harris. Mr. Wright is gone. His ashes are buried in Fairlake’s cemetery. You visited him countless times over the past six months. Don’t you remember?”

Gwendolyn froze while self-doubt settled on her countenance.

“Please stop torturing yourself, Ms. Harris. Mr. Wright’s never coming back, so just let it go. Your eyes were just playing tricks on you!” While speaking, he resisted the urge to sob.

He’s right. Why would someone who’s been dead for half a year show up here? I must’ve gone mad… Tears welled in Gwendolyn’s eyes as she clutched her heart. This hurts so much… I feel like I’m suffocating.

Affected by her sorrow, Elven teared up too. “You’re drunk, Ms. Harris. Let’s go. William and the others have booked hotel rooms for us. Let’s return early to rest.”

Gwendolyn slumped weakly like a deflated balloon after getting her hopes up for nothing.

After what happened, she was no longer in the mood to stay at the gathering. Thus, she took up Elven’s suggestion and returned to the hotel.

Just as they headed downstairs, Nico stepped out of another elevator and casually ambled into the VIP room furthest down the corridor.

Upon arriving at her hotel room, Gwendolyn entered the bathroom and turned the water flow setting to max.

The water was scalding, but she felt cold because her heart had gone numb.

She hoped the shower would help her pull herself together as her tears joined the hot water.

In her mind, she kept telling herself that Maverick had died for her and would never return.

Standing outside Gwendolyn’s room, William and Ezra were still wondering about the expression she had when she returned. “Wasn’t Ms. Harris’ mood still stable when she attended the gathering? Why did she look like that when she came back? What happened?”

Elven sighed. “She got drunk and saw someone with a similar figure to Mr. Wright, which reminded her of her loss.”

The others sighed in unison upon hearing that.

The next day, when Gwendolyn woke up, she had regained her senses.

After setting her terrible mood from yesterday aside, she returned to the Harris residence.

The ancestor of the Harris family had bought the entire Mount Tranquil, located on Salinsburgh’s outskirts. Thus, the humongous Harris residence was surrounded by nature and had an incredible view of the area all year round.

Gwendolyn’s uncles, Gideon and Hector, lived in buildings located halfway up the mountain. Even so, she ignored them and drove straight to Marcus’ residence at the top.

Leif, the Harris family’s butler, was already waiting for her at the villa entrance.

Upon witnessing her arrival, he swiftly approached her vehicle and opened the door for her. “You’re finally back, Ms. Gwendolyn. Mr. Marcus missed you. He’s waiting for you in his study.”

“Okay. Thanks for your hard work, Leif,” replied Gwendolyn.

Her words flattered him. “It’s nothing, Ms. Gwendolyn.” Then he turned and noticed the bodyguards weren’t carrying anything. “Why didn’t you bring any luggage with you, Ms. Gwendolyn?”

She responded, “I’m only here to visit my father. I’m not staying.” Too many awful people are living here. I doubt I’ll be able to sleep at night.

Just as she arrived at the door, she heard someone descending the stairs in high heels.

It was Lorelai, wearing a limited-edition, skin-tight, yellow dress and delicate makeup. Every step she took was graceful.

She seemed more like Gwendolyn’s sister than her stepmother, as she was thirty years old and took great care of her skin.

Gwendolyn peered at Lorelai coldly when the latter made eye contact with her. Seconds later, she looked away and headed upstairs.