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.

tried to maintain a calm demeanor as he tasted the dish.

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he rushed to the kitchen and threw up

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greatly admiring Maverick’s endurance as he managed to take three bites of the food before spitting it out. Trying to torture me with this little trick? Just how

food. As a punishment, you’re

his stomach was empty, but

words had reached him, but he

vomited out, leaving a burning sensation in Maverick’s throat.

not to eat, but Gwendolyn still

past nine o’clock, and Gwendolyn was

hope for

a simple bowl

had no choice but to take out another pot from

boiled some water and added the pasta. She was apt in

by the door,

calm figure, Maverick’s mind was

got married three years ago and start over again, would everything become different? If I hadn’t agreed to divorce her back then,

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

just a servant who signed a contract and was truly

already prepared a delicious bowl of spaghetti

bowl of spaghetti, with

fact, not a single drop was left

Maverick felt quite awkward, but seeing Gwendolyn enjoying her meal, there was nothing he could do there. He decided

“Come here. Stand in front of me and watch

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she requested with a cold

her meaning until the aroma of the

pasta smells

really enjoying

slightly, yet his face remained stern, standing there

smell was very strong. After he vomited, his stomach was almost completely

she

understood the wicked thoughts Gwendolyn

Bolognese, Gwendolyn felt full. She elegantly wiped her mouth with a napkin

bed It should look exactly as it was before you started using it, and don’t even think about slacking off.” After she finished speaking,

sight of the man’s

furrowed her eyebrows and walked over, gently lifting up the collar of his shirt.