Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

If it truly wasn’t him, then this matter wasn’t as simple as it seemed.

Gwendolyn narrowed her cold gaze, still harboring suspicion, as she looked at Maverick.

She pinched his cheeks with all her might.

His cheeks bulged like he had two buns in his mouth. His handsome eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his bright eyes resembled the eyes of a distressed pet.

“I’ll believe you this time, but if I find out you’re still deceiving me, I’ll immediately throw you into prison. Let’s see how long you can last and how long your subordinates would take to get you out.”

She finished speaking and angrily retracted her hands.

Maverick slumped down on the floor, feeling completely drained.

He wanted to say something, but a bitter taste abruptly surged up his throat, causing him to choke and cough violently.

It felt as if his lungs were about to be coughed out.

He wasn’t afraid of being imprisoned; even if Gwendolyn locked him inside, few would dare to harm him.

However, he didn’t want Gwendolyn to continue misunderstanding him.

Cough! “I-I will go to hell if I lie.”

Gwendolyn turned her head and glanced down at him once again.

His face had turned pale from coughing, and he still ran a fever. The expression of pain on his face was evident when he frowned.

Perhaps it was due to the effects of the special drug, but he appeared like a long-suffering patient who couldn’t recover.

Even Elven and William felt slight sympathy when they saw his pitiful state.

Gwendolyn, however, remained expressionless. Her gaze was on him, and no one knew what was on her mind.

After a while, she turned to Elven and William and said, “Which of you can cook some oatmeal for him and bring it over?”

Elven and William exchanged glances, clearly perplexed.

“Ms. Shalders, you might as well ask me to start a fight. Cook oatmeal? I have no idea how…” Elven voiced his hesitation.

William chimed in, “I don’t know how either. Really!”

Gwendolyn was speechless.

Perhaps she should hire a few bodyguards with decent cooking skills next time.

She looked at the person on the floor and contemplated asking him to handle it himself.

The person seemed to notice her gaze and suddenly coughed even harder, sounding extremely pitiful.

Gwendolyn pursed her lips.

“Fine, help him back to bed, and I’ll take care of it myself.”

“All right!”

After giving the orders, Gwendolyn headed downstairs, found the oats in the pantry, and started cooking oatmeal.

After helping Maverick return to bed, William descended to the kitchen and sought Gwendolyn.

“Ms. Shalders, do you believe Mr. Wright’s words?”

entirely. I only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t

have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if it

“Yes,” replied William.

hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I

hand, stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me more,”

have done it long ago. Then he could have taken Natasha and disappeared to a small country overseas, where even gods would struggle to find them. There was no need for him to risk staying in the villa after completing such a

Gwendolyn remained silent.

with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without delving

now, she realized there were indeed

it wasn’t Maverick, then

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

be the person from the Harris family who

that person discover she was still alive

go through the trouble of

was that

in her thoughts, a terrified expression showed on William’s

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders,

infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she turned

the pot had charred, the rest of the oatmeal was

to carry out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned the

the staircase, her attention was drawn to Maverick’s

the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick,

and the impact of last night’s kneeling had left his knees

them kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick

had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the wounds he

with arrogance seemed

didn’t she feel particularly happy

that he had paid off

to the present, pushed the

hesitoted for o moment ond continued,

the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell

would hove been o simple tosk for him, ond if he truly wonted to do so, he would hove done it long

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without delving deeper into the

now, she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies

wosn’t Moverick, then

thought crossed

from the Horris fomily who hod

it wos thot person, when did thot person

the trouble of freeing Notosho from

thot person’s

lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders, it’s

nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod

bottom of the pot hod chorred,

to corry out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully

up the stoircose, her ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly

open, she poused ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg ond opplying

the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees

for oround