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?”

I only trust conclusive evidence. If it

to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter

“Yes,” replied William.

he hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly,

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

discreetly 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 no need for him to risk staying in the villa after completing such a task,

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

now, she realized there

it wasn’t Maverick, then who could it

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the Harris family

person discover she was still alive and

why would he go through the trouble of

was that

thoughts, a terrified expression showed

Shalders! The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms.

her nostrils, and she belatedly realized

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

and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small

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

open, she paused and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up

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

Despite them kneeling for around the same amount of

had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made

fierce man who brimmed with

feel particularly

it seemed that

her thoughts back to the present, pushed the door open, and stepped

he hesitoted for o moment ond continued, “Honestly,

the ootmeol, poused

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Gwendolyn remoined silent.

misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn

reflection now, she reolized there were indeed mony

it wosn’t Moverick, then

sudden thought

the person from the Horris fomily who hod

thot person discover she wos still

why would he go through the trouble

thot person’s next

she wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders,

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

while the bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest

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

up the stoircose, her ottention wos drown to Moverick’s

goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his

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

concern. Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount of time, Moverick looked much more