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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Frida and Sheralyn today, without

exchanged glances and

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

situation, Gwendolyn gracefully made her way through the

living room was brightly lit, and there was

Gwendolyn entering the living room. Without a word, he swiftly retrieved her slippers from the shoe cabinet

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 work, Gwendolyn was too tired and couldn’t be bothered to continue

at him.

she turned

is ready.

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

ahead and eat, I’ve

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

frown appeared on Maverick’s face. “It was Sherman, wasn’t it? After discussing work,

Gwendolyn frowned.

look like a wife who is suspicious

your place. You’re just my housekeeper now, so you have no right to

speaking, she walked

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

tonight, Maverick’s gaze shifted toward the fruit knife nestled within the fruit basket on the coffee table. His

was three in

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

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

eyes snapped open with full alertness. There was no

floor and retrieved the fruit krite

had a

sensation that something

similar to the night before the

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

second thought, she instinctively reached out and tightly gripped the blade. The sharp blade cut through her palm, and the crimson droplets cascaded

and the attacker, she swung her uninjured

“Um…”

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

villa, aside from Maverick, no one else

knife aside and quickly turned on the table lamp to

expected, it

truly believe

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