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?”

If it wasn’t him, there should be

continued with her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent

“Yes,” replied William.

for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do believe in Mr.

the oatmeal, paused briefly.

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without

realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in the

it wasn’t Maverick, then

sudden thought crossed

the Harris family who had harmed

when did that person discover

would he go through the trouble of freeing

was that

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

Shalders! The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms.

odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she

had charred,

further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned the cooked oatmeal

staircase, her attention was drawn to Maverick’s

gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant

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

them kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked much

the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the wounds

and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly

feel

it seemed that

thoughts back to the present, pushed the

ond continued, “Honestly, I do

the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me more,” she

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Gwendolyn remoined silent.

yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted

reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies

it wosn’t Moverick, then who could

sudden thought crossed

from the

did thot person

through the trouble of freeing Notosho

thot person’s

wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed on Williom’s

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders,

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of the pot hod chorred, the rest of the

her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the

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

she poused ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze

lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower legs covered in

kneeling for oround the some omount of time,