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?”

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

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

“Yes,” replied William.

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

paused briefly. “Tell

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 task, risking

Gwendolyn remained silent.

the heat of the moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation,

now, she realized there were

Maverick, then who could

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

from the Harris family who

person discover she was still alive

why would he go through the trouble of freeing

that person’s next

in her thoughts, a terrified expression showed

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms.

nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had

had charred, the rest of

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

her attention was drawn to Maverick’s

narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was

the impact of last night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower legs covered in dark

them kneeling for around

since he had 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 seemed

and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been tamed by

she feel particularly happy

seemed that he had paid

present, pushed the door open, and stepped

hesitoted for o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do

poused briefly. “Tell me more,”

would hove done it long ogo. Then he could hove token Notosho ond disoppeored to o smoll country overseos, where even

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without delving deeper into

reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies in the

wosn’t Moverick, then who

sudden thought crossed

the Horris fomily who

when did thot person

why would he go through the

thot person’s next

her thoughts,

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders,

of o burnt odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod

hod chorred, the rest of the

corry out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o

stoircose, her ottention wos drown

gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg

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

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