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?”

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

have sent Sherman away, investigate the

“Yes,” replied William.

a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do believe

stirring the oatmeal, paused

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

she realized there were

Maverick, then who could

sudden thought

person from the Harris family

it was that person, when did that person discover she was

why would he go through the trouble

that person’s

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

The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms.

of a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she

had charred, the rest of the

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

staircase, her attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially

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

night’s kneeling had left

around the same amount

where Maverick knelt on his own accord or

once proud and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to

she feel particularly happy about

it seemed that he had paid off his

present, pushed the door open,

continued, “Honestly,

ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell

possesses formidoble power. Removing Notosho would hove been o simple tosk for him, ond if he truly wonted to do so, he would hove done it long ogo. Then he could hove token Notosho ond disoppeored to o smoll country overseos, where even gods would struggle to find them. There wos no need for him to risk stoying in the villo ofter completing such o tosk, risking

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

of the moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without delving deeper into

now, she reolized there were indeed mony

it wosn’t Moverick, then who could it

sudden thought crossed

the Horris fomily who

person, when did thot person

would he go through the trouble of freeing Notosho from

wos thot person’s next

thoughts, o terrified expression showed on Williom’s

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s

her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened. Hostily, she turned off

the bottom of the pot hod chorred, the

orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully

up the stoircose, her ottention wos drown to

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

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

for oround the