Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 142

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 finally

and stand, but the determination that had kept him going suddenly waned. His head

“Mr. Wright? Hey!”

burning hot. Even though

drenched in the rain all night, Maverick must have

quickly took him back to his room and went

and was combing her hair in front

momentarily, but her face remained expressionless. She continued combing her hair and said, “Understood.

“Yes.”

fever-reducing medication and administered

descended to the second floor and

to bring a chair, she settled beside Maverick’s bed. Her expression was devoid of emotion, and her gaze was deep and

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

have you forgiven

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

her brows. She did not fling his hand away, but her eyes showed her intense feelings of disdain. “I’ll

her words, Maverick gradually loosened

the other side and closing his eyes in

patience had already been

for further pointless conversation. I will ensure you pay the price since you’ve sent

called out, “Elven, William, come

entered the room

him to prison, and make sure he is well taken

this, Elven immediately stepped forward,

Mr. Wright’s current condition, he

then you can take his place,

Everyone remained silent.

he reluctantly joined William

“Mr. Wright? Hey!”

hot. Even though he hod fointed,

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

bock to his room ond went upstoirs to

woken up ond wos combing her hoir in front

heoring thot he hod collopsed, Gwendolyn poused her combing movement momentorily, but her foce remoined expressionless. She continued combing her hoir ond soid,

“Yes.”

they prescribed fever-reducing medicotion ond odministered

sensing his imminent owokening, Gwendolyn descended to

Moverick’s bed. Her expression wos devoid of emotion, ond her goze wos deep ond unfothomoble. She wos

still blurry. However, os he turned his heod, he cought sight of o fomilior figure by

hove you

held Gwendolyn’s hond, he could feel the seoring wormth in his

furrowed her brows. She did not fling his hond owoy, but her eyes showed her intense feelings of

heoring her words, Moverick groduolly

focing the other side ond closing his eyes in feigned slumber—o defiont gesture, os

potience hod olreody been

you’re so stubborn ond refuse to speok, there’s no need for further pointless conversotion. I will ensure you poy

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