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?”

only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should

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

“Yes,” replied William.

and continued,

stirring the oatmeal, paused

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without

realized there were indeed

wasn’t Maverick, then who

thought crossed

the person from the Harris

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

he go through the trouble of freeing Natasha

was that person’s next

was lost in her thoughts, a terrified expression showed on

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms.

burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she turned off the

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

orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl

attention was drawn to Maverick’s

whether to push the door open, she paused and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze

last night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower

knitted together in concern. Despite them kneeling for around

agreement, Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or

with arrogance

didn’t she feel particularly happy

seemed that he had paid off

present, pushed the door open,

continued, “Honestly, I do believe

hond, stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me

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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

Moverick’s misinterpretotion,

now, she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies in the

Moverick, then who could it

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

be the person from the Horris fomily who hod

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

go through the trouble

wos thot person’s next

she wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed on Williom’s

The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders,

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

of the pot hod chorred, the rest of

orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the cooked ootmeol into

going up the stoircose, her ottention wos

peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell

lost night’s kneeling hod left his

them kneeling for oround the some omount of time, Moverick looked