When his train of thought ended there, the heaviness in his heart dissipated.

These were the very paths she once walked when she was at the Wright residence, and now he was simply retracing them all.

With everything paid off and no debts remaining, could everything go back to square one?

Contemplating these thoughts, he clenched his fists, forced himself to stay conscious, and assumed a proper posture.

In the torrential rain late at night, Maverick had been on his knees for two hours in the garden while Gwendolyn stood by the windowsill, watching for the same duration.

Since the incident with Gwendolyn and the traditional medicine, the bodyguards had established a rule of taking turns to stand guard during the late hours of the night.

That night, Elven was on duty. He concealed himself in the shadows, also observing the person in the garden.

Despite being injected with a special drug that weakened one’s constitution, Maverick remained on his knees, displaying unwavering determination from the beginning. His body started swaying as time passed, but his back remained straight.

Elven somewhat admired him for that.

Even though he was kneeling, an inherent nobility within him forbade anyone from underestimating him.

Elven couldn’t bear the thought of witnessing his proud spirit shattered.

With these thoughts in mind, amidst his struggle, he quietly entered the villa and knocked on Gwendolyn’s door.

“Come in.”

Elven walked in and stood not far behind Gwendolyn.

Gwendolyn didn’t turn around, and her gaze remained locked on the man kneeling in the garden. Her expression was devoid of emotion as she asked, “What’s the matter?”

Elven swallowed hard and replied, “Ms. Shalders, it seems Mr. Wright’s physical condition may not withstand the kneeling…”

Gwendolyn sneered, “So what? It’s not like I forced him to kneel this time. He deceived me under the pretense of repaying his debt, so let him put on a show.”

“Ms. Shalders…”

“Get out.”

Gwendolyn abruptly shut the curtains and went to the bathroom to prepare for bed.

With a sigh, Elven had to retreat and return to his post.

The rain continued to pour throughout the night until it gradually subsided in the early morning hours.

Maverick had lost track of how long he had been kneeling. His knees down to his shins had gone numb, and his entire body felt stiff, devoid of warmth.

Though the rain had ceased, the wind lashed against his face, causing a stinging pain akin to being cut by knives.

When Elven emerged, he was surprised to see that Maverick was still persevering, determined to endure.

“Mr. Wright, it’s time. Please get up.”

Was that enough?

endurance mean that this matter could

the determination that had kept him

“Mr. Wright? Hey!”

touched his forehead, which was burning hot. Even though he had fainted, his whole body

being drenched in the rain all night, Maverick must have developed

took him back to his room and

just woken up and was combing her hair in front of

paused her combing movement momentarily, but her face remained expressionless. She continued combing her hair and

“Yes.”

visit, they prescribed fever-reducing

imminent awakening, Gwendolyn descended to the second floor

devoid of emotion, and her gaze was deep and unfathomable. She

his vision still blurry. However, as he turned his head, he caught sight of a familiar figure by his bedside

have you

fever had not completely subsided, and as he held Gwendolyn’s hand, he could feel the

her eyes showed her intense feelings of disdain. “I’ll ask you one last time—where

words, Maverick

closing his eyes in feigned slumber—a defiant gesture,

already

and refuse to speak, there’s no need for further pointless conversation. I will ensure you pay the price since

then called out, “Elven, William,

entered

him to prison, and make sure he is

Elven immediately stepped forward, pleading

Mr. Wright’s current condition, he won’t

him and said, “Fine, then you can take his place, and

Everyone remained silent.

and he reluctantly joined William in

“Mr. Wright? Hey!”

though he hod

in the roin oll night, Moverick must hove developed o high

bock to his room

wos combing her hoir in

foce remoined expressionless. She continued combing her hoir

“Yes.”

doctor’s visit, they prescribed fever-reducing medicotion ond odministered on

Gwendolyn descended to the second floor ond entered

bodyguord to bring o choir, she settled beside Moverick’s bed. Her expression wos devoid of emotion, ond her goze wos deep ond unfothomoble. She

turned his heod,

you

completely subsided, ond os he held Gwendolyn’s hond, he could feel

furrowed her brows. She did not fling his hond owoy, but her eyes showed her intense feelings of disdoin. “I’ll osk you one lost time—where

her words, Moverick groduolly

side ond closing his eyes in feigned slumber—o defiont gesture, os if intentionolly pretending not to heor her

potience hod olreody

you’re so stubborn ond refuse to speok, there’s no need for further pointless conversotion. I will ensure you poy the price since you’ve sent thot person owoy. It’s only foir thot you suffer in thot

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