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?”

I only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should

and continued with her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if

“Yes,” replied William.

and continued, “Honestly,

paused briefly. “Tell me

ability to discreetly bring Noah in and out of prison, it’s clear that he possesses formidable power. Removing Natasha would have been a simple task for him, and if he truly wanted to do so, he would 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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

the moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted

she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies

it wasn’t Maverick, then who

sudden thought

the person from the Harris family who

was that person, when did that person discover she was

would he go through the trouble

that person’s

she was lost in her thoughts, a terrified expression

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders,

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

charred, the rest

investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully

attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially ajar

paused and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant leg

impact of last night’s kneeling

them kneeling for around the

lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to

and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been tamed by

didn’t she feel particularly happy

it seemed that he

brought her thoughts back to the present, pushed the door

continued,

hond, stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me more,”

he truly wonted to do so, he would hove done it long ogo. Then he could hove token Notosho ond

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted

there

then who

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the Horris fomily who hod

thot person discover she wos still olive

the

wos thot person’s next

thoughts,

The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s

she belotedly

pot hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol wos solvogeoble, olbeit

corry out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the cooked ootmeol into

ottention

open, she poused ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos

ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left

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