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

pondered momentarily and continued with her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter

“Yes,” replied William.

hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly,

the oatmeal, paused

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

reflection now, she realized there were indeed many

then

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the person from the Harris

when did that person discover she

why would he go through the trouble of freeing Natasha

that person’s next

her thoughts, a

The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

Ms.

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

the bottom of the pot had charred, the rest of

previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a

up the staircase, her attention was drawn to Maverick’s

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

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

them kneeling for around the same amount

Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the

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

why didn’t she feel particularly

that

thoughts back to the present, pushed the

o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe in

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Gwendolyn remoined silent.

Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted

there

then

thought

from the Horris

when did thot person discover she wos

would he go through the trouble of freeing

thot person’s

lost in her thoughts, o

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders,

nostrils, ond she

the pot hod chorred, the rest of the

Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the cooked ootmeol

her ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly ojor

the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont

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

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