Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Elven could not come up with an answer, and Gwendolyn said nothing more. “Forget it. Let’s go and see what’s wrong with him.”

She casually tidied up her table and drove to the hospital.

In the hospital room.

A certain someone had wrapped themselves up like a burrito, burying their head deep into the blanket.

The nurse sighed as she looked at him, “Mr. Wright, you still have a fever. Wrapping yourself in a blanket will make it hard for you to breathe, and… Please just let me give you an IV drip!”

No matter how the medical staff and Ryan persuaded him, the bundle on the bed stubbornly refused to respond.

Gwendolyn immediately saw this peculiar scene after entering and let out a mocking laugh.

“Oh, my. I’m afraid tomorrow’s news will be about the former CEO of Wright Construction Group committing suicide due to refusing an IV drip.”

Upon seeing her arrival, Ryan respectfully greeted her, “Ms. Shalders.”

Gwendolyn gave a slight nod in response and walked over to Maverick’s bedside.

Before she could say anything more, the “burrito” suddenly reached out and firmly grabbed her wrist.

Maverick poked his head out from under the blanket. Due to his fever, his dark eyes were misty and lacked their usual domineering coldness. Instead, he appeared somewhat vulnerable and pitiful.

He gazed at Gwendolyn’s face intently, making sure he had not grabbed the wrong person.

From now on, he would never mistake her for another person again.

“Gwendolyn, you’re finally here. I didn’t see you when I woke up. I missed you.”

His voice was a little nasally because of the fever, sounding somewhat soft and even carrying a hint of a coy tone.

The medical staff present and Ryan were both puzzled.

“Is this the same man who had a fierce and menacing expression on his face ten minutes ago, as if he wanted to devour someone? Didn’t his attitude change too quickly?

”

His words sent a chill down Gwendolyn’s spine. “Did the fever fry your brain? You can’t use it anymore after it’s broken, so you should throw it away.”

Maverick was speechless.

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said to Maverick, “First, allow

in a deep, nasally voice,

stepped forward, only to see him tightly gripping Gwendolyn’s

and frowned. “Let go. How will

say a word. He decisively pulled out his other hand from under the blanket while

by the drug in the basement, he

to grasp the figure he had once lost. Yet,

feeling was even more despairing

finally managed to catch her again, and

a force trying to push

It was Gwendolyn.

the IV drip, Gwendolyn asked everyone to

as she saw her skin turning purple from Maverick’s tight grip. “You’re hurting me. I won’t leave until I finish talking to you,

eventually admitted defeat and withdrew his hand under her cold

straight to the point with a calm tone, “Maverick, you’re clearly a proud person, but I don’t understand you. Why did you agree to sign the

looked up and locked eyes with

me your whole heart and soul, but I didn’t cherish it. Now, I’ve finally realized my own feelings and walked the path you once took. Only then did I

From now on, you can scold me and vent your anger on me every day. I won’t talk back. Whatever I owe you, even if

there something wrong with his head? Does

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