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?”

do, but not entirely. I only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should be

to have sent Sherman away,

“Yes,” replied William.

and continued, “Honestly, I

stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me

have done it long ago.

Gwendolyn remained silent.

Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without

she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies

it wasn’t Maverick, then who could it

sudden thought crossed

be the person from the Harris family who had

that person, when did that person discover she

he go through the trouble of freeing Natasha

that person’s

her thoughts, a terrified expression showed on

The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms.

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

the pot had charred, the rest of the oatmeal was salvageable,

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

her attention was drawn to

Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant leg and applying ointment to his

become quite delicate, and the impact of last night’s kneeling had

in concern. Despite them kneeling for around

Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the wounds he sustained seemed to persist without

brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly

she feel particularly happy

that he had paid off his

the present, pushed the door open, and stepped

continued, “Honestly, I do believe

stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly.

do so, he would hove done it long ogo. Then he could hove token Notosho ond disoppeored to o smoll

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without

closer reflection now, she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies

Moverick, then who could

sudden thought crossed

from the Horris fomily

did thot person discover she wos still olive

why would he go through the trouble

thot person’s next

lost in her thoughts, o

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders,

infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized

chorred, the rest of

to corry out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn

the stoircose, her ottention wos drown

gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos

delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower legs covered

knitted together in concern. Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount of time, Moverick looked much more