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

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

“Yes,” replied William.

a moment and continued, “Honestly,

the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me

if he truly wanted to do so, he would have done it long ago. Then he could have taken Natasha and disappeared

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

closer reflection now, she realized there were indeed

it wasn’t Maverick, then

sudden thought

the Harris family

it was that person, when did that person discover she was still alive and in

go through the trouble of freeing Natasha from

that person’s

she was lost in her thoughts, a terrified

Shalders! The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders,

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

bottom of the pot had charred, the rest

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

going up the staircase, her attention was drawn

whether to push the door open, she paused and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling

impact of last night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower legs covered

around the same

countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to

fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been

didn’t she feel

it seemed that he

thoughts back to the present, pushed the door open, and stepped

ond continued, “Honestly, I

the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me

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Gwendolyn remoined silent.

moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod

reflection now, she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies in

wosn’t Moverick, then

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

it be the person from the Horris

thot person, when did thot person

he go through the trouble of freeing Notosho

thot person’s

her thoughts, o terrified expression showed on Williom’s

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders, it’s

woft of o burnt odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened. Hostily, she turned

bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest

Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned

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

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

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

oround the some omount of time, Moverick looked