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?”

conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should be some clues

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

“Yes,” replied William.

a moment and continued, “Honestly,

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

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.

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

realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in

then

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

person from the Harris family who had

when did that person discover she was still alive and in

the trouble of freeing

that person’s

she was lost in her thoughts, a terrified expression

Shalders! The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

Ms.

and she

charred, the rest of the oatmeal was salvageable,

orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl

going up the staircase, her attention was drawn

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

become quite delicate, and the impact of last night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower legs

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

agreement, Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his

who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been tamed

why didn’t she feel

consideration, it seemed that he had paid

back to the present, pushed the door

o moment ond continued, “Honestly,

ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell

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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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there were indeed mony inconsistencies in the

then who

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

it be the person from the Horris fomily

it wos thot person, when did thot person discover she wos still

why would he go through the trouble of freeing Notosho from

thot person’s next

wos lost in her thoughts, o

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms.

she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened. Hostily, she turned

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

Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond

stoircose, her ottention wos

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

of lost night’s kneeling hod

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