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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to Frida and Sheralyn today, without

exchanged glances

“All right. Thank you for your

Gwendolyn gracefully made her way through the front yard garden to the

lit, and there was a faint aroma of food in the

Without a word, he swiftly retrieved her slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them neatly

her feet.

“Welcome home.”

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

at him.

humming a reply, she turned her head

meal is ready. Let’s eat before you go

she had diligently waited for

and eat, I’ve already

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

that day, a slight frown appeared on Maverick’s face.

Gwendolyn frowned.

a wife who is suspicious of

so

walked past him

disappear into the stairwell, Maverick’s demeanor underwent a drastic shift. An intense and sinister aura emanated

toward the fruit knife

was three in the

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deep slumber, as this was the time when people were

painting delicate patterns of light upon the sleeping

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

sat up, quietly leaving the room. He then reached the first floor and retrieved the fruit krite from the basket. After that, he went up to the third

had a rather

unsettling sensation that something was watching her from the

is it so similar to the night before

open, and an alarming gust of wind suddenly

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

herself and the attacker, she swung her uninjured left hand,

“Um…”

out a muffled grunt and fell to the ground, his grip on the knife handle

needed to guess the attacker’s identity. In the entire villa, aside from Maverick, no one else

knife aside and quickly turned on the table lamp to take

it was

Do you truly

from the corner of his mouth with effort. As he looked