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?”

conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there

instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away,

“Yes,” replied William.

moment and continued, “Honestly, I do believe in

the oatmeal, paused briefly.

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without

there were indeed many inconsistencies

Maverick, then who could

thought crossed

person from the

when did that person discover she was

would he go through the trouble of freeing

that person’s next

lost in her thoughts, a

The

Huh? What was that?

Ms.

infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what

charred, the rest

and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small

going up the staircase, her attention was drawn to

narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant

of last night’s kneeling had left his knees

in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the same amount of

the agreement, Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and

with arrogance seemed to have truly

why didn’t she feel

careful consideration, it seemed that he had paid

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

o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe

ootmeol, poused briefly.

his obility to discreetly bring Nooh in ond 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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without delving

there were

wosn’t Moverick, then

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

be the person from the Horris fomily who hod hormed

when did thot person

would he go through the trouble of freeing

thot

thoughts, o

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders,

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

while the bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol wos solvogeoble, olbeit

Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll

stoircose, her ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly ojor

norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg ond opplying ointment to

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

them kneeling for oround the some omount of time,

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