Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Maverick was slightly taken aback. He hadn’t expected her to refuse him outright.

Gwendolyn went on to say, “For me, those years were filled with darkness, and it all started from the day Old Mr. Wright brought me into the Wright residence. Old Mr. Wright was kind to me, but he didn’t trust me completely either. When Frida and Dexter accused me of stealing the jewelry, Old Mr. Wright didn’t say a word in my defense. Although I don’t hold a grudge against him for that, there’s no way I could commemorate the day I first entered the Wright residence!”

Her gaze was so cold that one could feel the chill coming off her.

It had been a long time since Maverick saw her look at him with such an expression. Flustered, he quickly apologized, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know how bad things were for you…”

Gwendolyn was reasonable enough not to take her anger out on him. She pointed out placidly, “You were probably working overtime at Wright Construction Group back then, so it’s only normal that you were oblivious to it. That said, there’s no need for us to attend this dinner for memories’ sake.”

As she spoke, she glanced at the time and realized it was getting late.

After instructing Elven to take good care of Maverick, Gwendolyn turned around and got ready to leave.

Maverick quickly grabbed her hand and asked, “Gwendolyn, do you know that Sherman is planning to propose to you tonight?”

Gwendolyn wasn’t surprised, but she still turned around and asked, “How did you know?”

Maverick said truthfully, “I met with him when he came to Wright Construction Group to find you the last time. He told me about it. I personally find him too soft-hearted. He might be a good friend, but he definitely won’t make a good husband. You won’t be happy with him.”

To this end, Gwendolyn had to agree with Maverick. Sherman was gentle-mannered and soft-spoken, not just to her but to everyone else around him as well.

However, she found it ironic that Maverick was the one telling her this.

“Whether he’s a good husband or not may still be uncertain, but I know you’re definitely not husband material. So, what gives you the right to say these things?” she demanded icily.

All the blood drained from Maverick’s face.

After a pause, he finally met her steely gaze again. “As your former husband, I failed in my duties and caused you pain. I let you down, and I’m sorry about that—”

She pried his hand off and cut him off bluntly, “There’s no need to apologize. Once our one-year agreement is fulfilled, we’ll be even, and our paths will never cross again. They’ll become parallel lines.”

Maverick’s face grew paler by the second as he watched her struggle free from his grasp and leave the villa.

Does this mean she actually likes Sherman?

Over at the seven-star Dunearn Hotel at Fairlake, Sherman had booked the entire restaurant on one of the higher floors of the hotel and filled it with nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine red roses. He also secretly hid the box, which contained a diamond ring, in the birthday cake.

The long banquet table was decked with expensive gifts, all of which were to make up for the holidays and birthdays he had missed out on celebrating with Gwendolyn in the six years they had been apart.

Sherman carefully examined the little surprises he had planted in the room, making sure everything would go off without a hitch. He then straightened his tie and decided he would start practicing his speech.

This was already his third confession to Gwendolyn since coming to Fairlake for her. The last two times had either been too hastily done or gotten interfered with by someone else.

This time, he was determined to succeed.

thought when, suddenly, a man in a suit and leather shoes came up to him.

Ferguson. I am Ms. Shalders’

I’ve never seen you before?”

was sent out on an errand by Ms. Shalders when you visited Bay Villa the last

“Oh, I see.” He did not suspect Neville at all, given how

Gwendolyn was very particular about appearances, her bodyguards were all fairly good-looking. There was

a surprise birthday gift

to hear that. “Well, wouldn’t want

As soon as his two bodyguards saw him leaving,

“Ms. Shalders is waiting for you out there, Mr. Ferguson. Are you sure you want your bodyguards

it some thought, Sherman thought it would be rather inappropriate for his bodyguards

romantic moment with Gwendolyn with his bodyguards hovering over

said to his bodyguards, “Just wait

Mr. Ferguson,”

the rooftop. To get there, one had to take the

door to the rooftop for Sherman, bowing as he

gave him a modest smile, then

rooftop was utterly empty, with nothing to be

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