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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me everything he said to Frida and Sheralyn today, without leaving out

glances

expression remained composed. “All right. Thank you

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

and there was a faint aroma of

kitchen, Maverick heard some noise and stepped out to find Gwendolyn entering the living room. Without a word, he swiftly retrieved her slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them neatly in front

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 all his assigned tasks. After a long day of

at him.

reply, she turned her

said. “The meal is ready. Let’s eat before you

upon the steaming dishes served on the dinner table. She suddenly recalled Maverick’s past mockery and ridicule when she had diligently waited for

and eat, I’ve already

a peculiar expression adorning his face.

the encounter she had earlier that day, a slight frown appeared on Maverick’s face. “It was Sherman, wasn’t it? After discussing work, you two went to have

Gwendolyn frowned.

like a wife who is suspicious of

You’re just my housekeeper now, so you have

she walked

a drastic shift. An intense and sinister aura emanated from him, filling the air with

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

was three in

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enveloped in deep slumber, as this was the time when people were in their deepes stage of

through the window, painting delicate patterns of light upon the sleeping

full alertness. There was no trace of sleepiness in his

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

night. Gwendolyn had a rather restless

kept having this unsettling sensation that something was watching her

Why is it so similar to the night before

realization, Gwendolyn’s eyes snapped open, and an alarming gust of wind suddenly brushed

reached out and tightly gripped the blade. The sharp blade cut through her palm, and the crimson droplets cascaded down her arm, staining the

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

“Um…”

landed squarely on the man’s face. He let out a muffled

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

fruit knife aside and quickly turned

expected, it

truly believe that with your current strength, you can actually

effort. As he looked up, his eyes fixated on