Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 115 Are You Going To Kneel

Maverick’s expression remained calm and composed as he said indifferently. “I prefer not to talk while I’m attending to my personal needs.”

Elven and Quinton were taken aback by this statement.

Could he be… It was only fifteen minutes. Did he take the time to jerk off while using the restroom? Isn’t the time a bit too short for a man?

Their gazes instinctively shifted downward from Maverick’s face.

Seeing their astonished expressions, Maverick’s face grew increasingly stern. F*ck, that was what he meant. when he said he wanted to use the bathroom.

But since he had been misunderstood anyway, Maverick saw no point in trying to explain himself. Instead, he simply walked to the sink and began to wash his hands with his usual graceful demeanor.

The two bodyguards watched him washing his hands.

Well, every man understands what this gesture means. Why should men make things difficult for each other?

Elven and Quinton were completely convinced by his nonsense.

After leaving the Wright residence, they escorted Maverick back to the car and drove him back to Bay Villa.

Upon arriving at the villa, Elven and Quinton informed Maverick before they discreetly positioned themselves in the shadows again. “Mr. Wright, we have approximately four hours before Ms. Shalders returns. Despite your absence earlier today, there are still household chores that need to be completed. before she comes home.”

“I know.” Maverick maintained his stoic demeanor as he spoke and pushed the door open, stepping into the villa.

Gwendolyn finally got off work an hour later than usual.

Wright Construction Group had been facing significant challenges as a result of Frida and Samantha’s extravagant spending. The company was grappling with numerous unresolved issues, and its stock market performance had declined significantly.

Gwendolyn had to put in extra effort in order to restore Wright Construction Group to its former glory within a short timeframe so that she could settle the score with Lane Group as soon as possible.

Upon returning to Bay Villa, she didn’t rush inside. Instead, she summoned Elven and Quinton who were hiding in the shadows.

“Ms. Shalders,” the two of them respectfully greeted, before starting their report. “Mr. Wright didn’t display any unusual behavior today.”

Gwendolyn didn’t believe it. “Is he really that well-behaved? Are you sure you never let him out of your sight?”

Both of them said in unison. “Yes.”

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he said to Frida and Sheralyn today, without

exchanged glances and began to

their report, Gwendolyn’s expression remained composed. “All right. Thank you

general understanding of the situation, Gwendolyn gracefully made her

room was brightly lit, and there was a faint aroma of food

stepped out to find Gwendolyn entering the living room. Without a word, he swiftly

her feet.

“Welcome home.”

spoke with a somewhat reluctant tone. and his expression was icy cold as if she owed him three million dollars, he had completed

at him.

humming a reply, she turned her head and walked

is ready. Let’s eat before

and ridicule when she had diligently waited for him to return home for dinner last time. Instantly, her face grew colder

eat,

to leave again. Maverick stepped forward, a peculiar expression adorning his face. “You’ve already eaten? Who did you eat with? Treyton or

that day, a slight frown appeared on Maverick’s face. “It was Sherman, wasn’t it? After discussing work, you two went

Gwendolyn frowned.

Why does he look like a wife

housekeeper now, so you have no right

she finished speaking, she walked past

demeanor underwent a drastic shift. An intense

fruit knife nestled within the fruit basket on the coffee table. His expression became

was three in the

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slumber, as this was the

moonlight spilled through the window, painting delicate patterns of light upon the sleeping man in the

eyes snapped open with full alertness. There was no trace of sleepiness in

leaving the room. He then reached the first floor and retrieved the fruit krite from the basket. After that, he

had a rather restless

sensation that something was watching

feeling… Why is it so similar to the night before

by a sudden realization, Gwendolyn’s eyes snapped open, and an alarming

she instinctively reached out and tightly gripped the blade. The sharp blade cut through her palm,

the distance between herself and the attacker, she swung her uninjured left hand, and soon her palm connected with a resounding

“Um…”

the man’s face. He let out a muffled grunt and fell to the ground,

villa, aside from

knife aside and quickly turned on the table

expected, it was

her anger. “Do you have a death wish? Do you truly believe that with your current strength, you can actually

with effort. As he looked up, his eyes fixated on the vivid red blood staining the