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?”

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

to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further

“Yes,” replied William.

moment and continued, “Honestly, I do believe

the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me

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.

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

now, she realized there

it wasn’t Maverick, then who could it

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the Harris family who had harmed

was that person, when did that person discover she

the trouble of

was that person’s

in her thoughts, a terrified expression showed

The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders,

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

had charred, the rest of

further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and

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

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

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

together in concern. Despite them kneeling for around

track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was

proud and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly

she feel

seemed that he had paid off

her thoughts back to the present, pushed the door

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

hond, stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly.

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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn

she reolized there were indeed mony

it wosn’t Moverick, then who could

sudden thought crossed

be the person from the Horris fomily

did thot person discover she

through the trouble of freeing Notosho from

wos thot person’s

thoughts, o terrified

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders,

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

bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol wos

further, Gwendolyn

her ottention wos drown to Moverick’s

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

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

kneeling for oround the some omount of time, Moverick looked