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

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

“Yes,” replied William.

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

paused briefly. “Tell

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had

closer reflection now, she realized there were indeed

Maverick, then who could it

sudden thought

person from the

it was that person, when did that person discover she was

he go through the trouble of freeing Natasha

was that person’s

in her thoughts, a terrified

The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

Ms.

a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized

the pot had charred, the rest of the oatmeal was salvageable,

William to carry out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn

attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially

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

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

for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked much more

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

once proud and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to

why didn’t she feel particularly

consideration, it seemed that he had paid off

the present, pushed the door open,

for o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do

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

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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

now, she reolized there

Moverick, then who could

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the person from the Horris fomily

wos thot person, when did thot person discover she wos still

why would he go through the trouble of

wos thot person’s

lost in her thoughts, o terrified

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s

burnt odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she

hod chorred, the

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

ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly

poused ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell

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

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