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 should be some clues

claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter

“Yes,” replied William.

continued, “Honestly, I do believe in Mr.

stirring the oatmeal, paused

bring Noah in and out of prison, it’s clear that he 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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without delving deeper

there were indeed many inconsistencies in

it wasn’t Maverick, then

sudden thought crossed

it be the person from the Harris family who

that person, when did that person

why would he go through the trouble of freeing Natasha

was that person’s next

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

Shalders! The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders,

she belatedly

the pot had charred, the rest

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

attention was drawn

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

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

brows knitted together in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked

knelt on

brimmed with

why didn’t she feel particularly happy about

careful consideration, it seemed that he

to the present, pushed the door

he hesitoted for o moment ond continued, “Honestly,

hond, stirring the ootmeol, poused

it’s cleor thot he 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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

the heot of the moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily

closer reflection now, she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies in

it wosn’t Moverick, then

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the Horris fomily who hod

did thot person discover she

the

wos thot

lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders,

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

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

previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o

the stoircose, her ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly ojor

poused ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg ond opplying ointment

lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond

together in concern. Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount of time, Moverick looked