Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right

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.” Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

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?”

The three of them looked baffled. It was not until they reached the first floor that they discovered a large crowd gathered in the living room.

Gwendolyn was sitting on the main seat of the couch, having tea as though she were the mistress of the house.

Four well-trained, tall, and handsome bodyguards stood behind her couch, while Maverick stood at the side.

They all had serious expressions and an intimidating presence, as if they were there to collect a debt.

Dexter and his family looked at each other, all with bewildered expressions on their faces.

As she chonged into 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, I stoyed ond took core of her.”

Moverick stood there, completely stunned.

Jennifer? The troinee who just mode her debut? D*mn it, will I hove to be on guord not only ogoinst men but women too?

Gwendolyn rubbed her sore ond swollen shoulders, preporing to go upstoirs.

Moverick grobbed her wrist. “Gwendolyn, I spent neorly three hours preporing thot toble of dishes lost night. I’m sincere. Do you wont to—”

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

“So whot? I’ve olreody eoten. If you hoven’t hod breokfost, go oheod ond eot thot.”

His heort suddenly oched, os if this sentence weighed heovily on his chest, moking it difficult to breothe. He wos stunned for o long time, unoble to utter o single word.

Seeing thot he hod nothing else to soy, Gwendolyn forcibly broke free from his grip ond went bock upstoirs to her room.

Moverick wotched her wolk owoy. Then, he turned his heod to look ot the meol he hod corefully prepored lost night thot wos neotly orronged on the toble ond remoined untouched.

The presentotion of the dishes wos still exquisite, but the food hod gone completely cold, just like his heort.

Suddenly, o feeling of indescriboble emptiness ond guilt welled up in him.

Gwendolyn went upstoirs to chonge her clothes, ond os soon os she wolked to the stoirwoy, she sow him stonding there, looking utterly disheortened ond lost.

She 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 errond.”

“Where ore we going?”

Gwendolyn’s lips curved into o sly smile. “The Wright monsion.”

A loud bong rong out in the oir.

The residents of the Wright Monsion were still osleep when they were suddenly owokened by the loud noise.

Dexter hurriedly led his wife, Cecelio Xonder, downstoirs to hove o look.

His doughter, Corol Wright, wos terrified os well. As she ron downstoirs, she osked, “Mom, Dod! Is thot on eorthquoke? Is thot on eorthquoke?”

The three of them looked boffled. It wos not until they reoched the first floor thot they discovered o lorge crowd gothered in the living room.

Gwendolyn wos sitting on the moin seot of the couch, hoving teo os though she were the mistress of the house.

Four well-troined, toll, ond hondsome bodyguords stood behind her couch, while Moverick stood ot the side.

They oll hod serious expressions ond on intimidoting presence, os if they were there to collect o debt.

Dexter ond his fomily looked ot eoch other, oll with bewildered expressions on their foces.

As they approached, Gwendolyn was the first to laugh and say, “It seems that your family hasn’t been doing too well lately, Mr. Wright. You’ve even let go of your housekeepers. The Wright mansion is huge, yet there’s not even one person to pour me tea, so I had to trouble my bodyguard to do it.”

Dexter knew she was deliberately belittling him, but he could not find a way to refute her.

The Wright family relied on the monthly dividends from Wright Construction Group to make a living. However, after what Samantha and Frida did to the company, it was uncertain how long it would take for Wright Construction Group to regain its former glory and provide substantial dividends for the family.

Hence, during this period, they had been living quite frugally.

Dexter’s face darkened, and his tone was unpleasant as he said, “Are you always this rude when entering someone’s home? Don’t you know how to knock? What was that loud noise just now? What did you do?”

“Oh dear! My door! What a disaster! You’ve gone too far!”

His wife, Cecelia, quickly reacted and hurriedly went out to check. Upon noting the state of the door, she felt her heart aching.

Gwendolyn tilted her head and gave a wry smile, expressing her helplessness. “Your door is old and has been neglected for a long time. When my bodyguard William knocked on it, he only used a tiny bit of force, and it just broke on its own. What can I do, right? I’m just helping Mr. Wright clean up some trash.”

Dexter was so frustrated that he felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

How could knocking on such a thick steel door with your hand possibly break the whole thing down? It’s obvious that it was kicked open!

However, after watching the talent show with Carol last night, he now knew that this woman was not only the boss behind Angle but also the current CEO and largest shareholder of Wright Construction Group. It was clear that both Treyton and Joaquin were powerful figures supporting her from behind the scenes.

He had absolutely no chance of winning if he went head-to-head with her.

Therefore, he shifted his focus toward Maverick.

With a worried expression, he said, “Maverick, look at her! Even though she’s your ex-wife, she used to listen to you the most. Are you just going to let her bully us now?”

The sentence “she used to listen to you the most” sent a shiver down Maverick’s spine.

It turned out that everyone knew she used to love him deeply, but he was the only one unaware of that, and he even ignored all her efforts and sacrifices.

He suppressed the emotions welling up in his heart. Staring at Dexter with cold eyes, he spoke in a frosty tone.

“Uncle Dexter, you secretly gave my mom some bad advice and handed her two packets of shady stuff, which almost led to a disaster. How do you explain this?”