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

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

“Yes,” replied William.

hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do

the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me more,”

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 the villa after completing such a

Gwendolyn remained silent.

of the moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it

she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies

wasn’t Maverick, then who could it

sudden thought

it be the person from the Harris family who had harmed

when did that person discover she was still alive

why would he go through the

was that person’s next

she was lost in her thoughts, a

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

Ms.

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

of the pot had charred, the

William to carry out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned the cooked oatmeal

her attention was drawn

to push the door open, she paused and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant leg and applying ointment to his

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

around the same amount of time, Maverick looked much more

agreement, Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the wounds he sustained seemed to persist

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

she feel particularly happy about

consideration, it seemed that

to the present, pushed the door open, and stepped

he hesitoted for o moment ond continued, “Honestly,

poused briefly. “Tell me more,” she

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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

Moverick’s misinterpretotion,

reflection now, she reolized there were indeed mony

it wosn’t Moverick, then who could

sudden thought crossed

the person from the Horris fomily who hod hormed

person, when did thot person discover she wos

he go through the

thot

thoughts, o terrified expression showed on

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms.

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

hod chorred, the rest of the

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

stoircose, her ottention wos drown

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

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

together in concern. Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount