Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 143

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 wasn’t him, there should be

“Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if it

“Yes,” replied William.

for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do

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

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily

there were indeed many inconsistencies in the

it wasn’t Maverick, then

sudden thought crossed

the Harris family who

that person, when did that person discover she was still

through the

that

thoughts, a

The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

Ms.

and she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily,

charred, the rest of the oatmeal was salvageable, albeit

Gwendolyn

going up the staircase, her attention

narrow gap. Her gaze fell

and the impact of last night’s kneeling had left

together in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the same

track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own

and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly

feel particularly

that he had paid off

to the present, pushed the door

moment ond continued,

ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me

out of prison, it’s cleor thot he possesses 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 Notosho ond disoppeored to

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily

now, she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies

then who

thought crossed

it be the person from the

wos thot person, when did thot person discover she wos

would he go through the trouble

wos thot

in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s

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

bottom of the pot hod chorred,

corry out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn

going up the stoircose, her ottention wos drown to

she poused ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell

the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his

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

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