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

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

“Yes,” replied William.

moment and continued, “Honestly,

hand, stirring the 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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in the

then

sudden thought

person from the Harris family

that person discover she was

the trouble of freeing Natasha from

that person’s

lost in her thoughts, a terrified expression

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms.

of a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she

bottom of the pot had charred, the rest of

to carry out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and

the staircase, her attention was drawn to Maverick’s

gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant leg and applying ointment

of last night’s kneeling had left

Despite them kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked

track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the wounds he sustained seemed

brimmed with arrogance seemed

didn’t she feel

that he had paid off

her thoughts back to the present, pushed the

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

stirring the ootmeol, poused

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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

the heot of the moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted

reolized there

then who could

sudden thought

be the person from the Horris fomily who

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

the trouble of freeing Notosho from

wos thot person’s next

she wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed

The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms.

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

chorred, the rest of the ootmeol wos solvogeoble,

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

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

norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up

the impoct of lost night’s kneeling

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