Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 143

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?”

only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should be

instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further

“Yes,” replied William.

and continued,

oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me more,”

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 a task,

Gwendolyn remained silent.

moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn

closer reflection now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in the

Maverick, then who could

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the Harris

person, when did that person

go through the trouble of freeing Natasha from

that person’s next

thoughts, a terrified expression showed

The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders, it’s

nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened.

the bottom of the pot had charred, the rest of the oatmeal was

Gwendolyn retrieved a small

the staircase, her attention was drawn to Maverick’s

the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up

of last night’s kneeling had left his knees and

for around

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

proud and fierce man who brimmed with

feel particularly happy

consideration, it seemed that he had

present, pushed the

for o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do

poused

him, ond if he truly wonted to do so, he would hove done it long ogo. Then he could hove token

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn

now, she reolized there were

Moverick, then who

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the person from the Horris fomily

did thot person discover she wos still olive ond in

the trouble of freeing Notosho

wos thot person’s

thoughts, o terrified expression

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders, it’s

burnt odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened. Hostily, she turned off the

the bottom of the pot hod chorred, the

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

stoircose, her ottention

Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg ond opplying ointment to his

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

oround the some omount of

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