Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 109 No Dinner For You Tonight

If Maverick kept refusing, it would become obvious that something was fishy.

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Maverick went to the kitchen with a cold expression on his face and brought out a new set of cutleries.

Ender Gwendolyn’s intense fierce gaze, he picked up a piece of grilled vegetable and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation, chewing emotionlessly for a moment before swallowing it.

The whole set of actions went smoothly, like moving clouds and flowing water.

Maverick replied, “It tastes just like regular grilled vegetables. Want to give it a try?”

Gwendolyn propped her chin with one hand and pointed at the plate of vegetables with the other. She whispered in a devilish tone, “Finish this entire plate.”

Maverick’s expression changed slightly, and then he smiled. “You said that you’re the master here, so this is made for you. How could I eat it?”

Gwendolyn did not feel like wasting time talking nonsense with him. “If you don’t eat, I’ll getthe bodyguards to help you with it.”

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“You!” Maverick’s dark eyes narrowed, and he stared at her without flinching. “Are you trying to use your power to suppress me?”

Gwendolyn did not deny it. “Exactly. When dealing with a disobedient servant, one must take firm measures. So, do you want to cat by yourself, or should I have them come in and feed you?”

Another multiple-choice question without a choice.

Maverick’s face darkened gradually under her gaze.

Maverick’s pride and hostility all these years had been ground by the woman before him four times in just a few hours this afternoon. How detestable and despicable!

However, just as Gwendolyn was staring at him, she smiled with her eyes curved, which looked innocent, like there was no such thing as using power to oppress others.

It made his anger seem overly petty.

It was impossible for him to refuse.

Maverick picked up the fork again and reached for the plate of grilled vegetables on the table. He didn’t even realize that his arm was slightly trembling.

He held his breath and stuffed a large piece of vegetable into his mouth. It was incredibly difficult to swallow down the food as his entire mouth seemed to reject the bizarre taste.

In order to teach Gwendolyn a lesson and vent his frustration, he almost added a big amount of every bottle of seasonings with inconspicuous color.

Who would have guessed that she would be so cautious, and not eat a single bite? That half-smile expression on her face seemed to tell him that she had already seen through his trick.

up, so he tried to maintain a calm demeanor as he tasted the dish. However, as soon as

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he rushed to the kitchen and threw

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bites of the food before spitting it

“Mr. Wright, it’s not right to waste food. As

empty, but he

had reached him, but he

been vomited out, leaving a burning sensation in Maverick’s throat. If she doesn’t allow

to eat, but Gwendolyn

past nine o’clock, and Gwendolyn was indeed

skills, there was no hope for him to prepare dinner for

cook a

stove was already burned, so Gwendolyn had no choice but to take out another pot

and added the pasta. She was apt in what

stood quietly by the door,

calm figure, Maverick’s mind was in a

married three years ago and start over again, would everything become different? If I hadn’t agreed

knew what he was thinking, given her personality, she would probably say, “You wish, id

servant who signed a contract and was truly undeserving to do

had already prepared a delicious

bowl of spaghetti, with

fact, not a single drop was

getting dinner ready without any hesitation. Maverick felt quite awkward, but seeing Gwendolyn enjoying her meal, there was nothing he could do there. He decided to go upstairs to the guest room on the first floor and tidy up a room for

called out to him, “Come here. Stand in front of me and watch

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requested with a cold expression

not understand her meaning until the aroma of the

pasta smells so

enjoying her

yet his face remained stern, standing there

of the smell was very strong. After he vomited, his stomach

“appreciate” how she was

the wicked thoughts Gwendolyn had

of spaghetti Bolognese, Gwendolyn felt full. She elegantly wiped her mouth with a napkin and looked at the man standing before her,

before you started using

of the man’s unusually

the collar of his shirt. There