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.

he had prepared mentally were now completely

like to chat with you in private

said to Maverick, “First, allow

said in a deep, nasally voice,

forward, only to see him tightly gripping Gwendolyn’s wrist, making it impossible for the nurse to

go. How will you receive

not say a word. He decisively pulled out his other hand from under the blanket while clutching

was being tormented by the drug in the basement, he felt mentally

grasp the figure he had once lost. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, the seemingly close

was even more despairing than suffering through the

finally managed to catch her again, and he would absolutely never

in thought, he suddenly felt a force trying to

It was Gwendolyn.

administered the IV drip, Gwendolyn asked everyone to

purple from Maverick’s tight grip. “You’re hurting me. I won’t leave until I finish talking to you, but I’ll leave immediately if you

but eventually admitted defeat and withdrew his hand under

to the sickbed, getting 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 agreement so easily back then? Was it really to pay off your debt? Was it worth putting yourself in such a humiliating and

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finally realized my own feelings and walked the path you once took.

thoughtless with my words in the past and have said many hurtful things to you. From now on, you can scold me and vent your anger on me every day. I won’t

scold him every day? Is there something wrong with his head? Does he like

the first time. “Ever since the divorce, I thought we would just be strangers to each other, but your mother, your sister, and your beloved fiancée wouldn’t leave me alone. You even sent Noah to kill me for Natasha’s sake. Why should I give you or the Wright

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by the drug

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