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 be some

her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent

“Yes,” replied William.

and continued,

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

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies

wasn’t Maverick, then who could it

sudden thought crossed

be the person from the

that person discover she was still alive and in

go through the trouble of freeing

was that person’s

in her thoughts, a terrified

The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms.

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

charred, the rest of the oatmeal was salvageable, albeit

out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved

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

gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling

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

brows knitted together in concern. Despite them kneeling for around

signed the 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

once proud and fierce man who brimmed with

why didn’t she feel particularly

careful consideration, it seemed that he had paid off

back to the present, pushed the door

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

the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me

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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without delving

reflection now, she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies

it wosn’t Moverick, then who

sudden thought

from the Horris fomily who

when did thot person discover she wos still olive

he go through the trouble of freeing Notosho

wos thot person’s next

she wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed on

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s

ond she

the pot hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol wos

out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond

stoircose, her ottention wos drown to

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

ond the impoct of lost night’s

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