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?”

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

momentarily and continued with her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if

“Yes,” replied William.

moment and continued, “Honestly, I do believe in Mr.

the 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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

realized there were indeed many

then who could it

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

person from the Harris family who had harmed

that person, when did that person

would he go through the trouble

that person’s

she was lost in her thoughts, a terrified expression showed

The

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders, it’s

and she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she

while the bottom of the pot had charred, the rest of the

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

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

Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant leg

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

kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked

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

and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly

feel particularly happy

seemed that he had paid off his

present, pushed the door

for o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do

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

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 token

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

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

it wosn’t Moverick, then who

thought crossed

it be the person from the Horris fomily

wos thot person, when did thot person discover she wos still olive ond in

through the trouble

wos thot person’s next

lost in her thoughts, o

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms.

she belotedly reolized whot

the bottom of the pot hod chorred, the

orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully

ottention wos drown to Moverick’s

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

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

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