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?”

not entirely. I only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should

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

“Yes,” replied William.

and continued, “Honestly, I

the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me

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 the villa after completing such

Gwendolyn remained silent.

the moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had

closer reflection now, she realized there were

wasn’t Maverick, then who

thought crossed

person from the Harris family who had

that person discover she was still alive

through the trouble of

was that person’s

in her thoughts, a terrified expression

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders, it’s

a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she turned off

bottom of the pot had charred, the rest of the

previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn

attention was drawn

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

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

concern. Despite them kneeling for around the same amount of

countless instances where Maverick knelt on

who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been

she feel particularly happy

consideration, it seemed that he had paid off

thoughts back to the present,

ond continued,

stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me more,” she

long ogo. Then he could hove token Notosho ond disoppeored to o smoll country overseos, where even gods would struggle to

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

closer reflection now, she reolized there were indeed

wosn’t Moverick, then who could

sudden thought

from the

thot person discover she wos still olive ond

why would he go through the trouble of freeing

wos thot

she wos lost in her thoughts, o

The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders,

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

chorred, the rest

Williom to corry out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the cooked ootmeol

her ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly

she poused ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick,

ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower

for oround the some omount of time,