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?”

If it wasn’t him, there should be some

have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if it aligns

“Yes,” replied William.

and continued, “Honestly,

paused briefly.

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 him to risk staying in the

Gwendolyn remained silent.

the moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn

closer reflection now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in

it wasn’t Maverick, then who could

thought crossed

the Harris

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

through the trouble of

was that person’s

lost in her thoughts, a

The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders, it’s

of a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized

the pot had charred, the rest of the oatmeal was

previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small

her attention was drawn to Maverick’s

peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze

impact of last night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower

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

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

once proud and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to

why didn’t she feel

that he had paid off his

to the present, pushed the

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

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

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 o smoll country overseos, where even gods would struggle to find them. There wos no need for him to risk stoying in the villo ofter

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted

reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies in

then who could

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the Horris

it wos thot person, when did thot person

he go through the trouble of

thot

wos lost in her thoughts,

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders,

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

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

her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond

up the stoircose, her ottention

she poused ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who

become quite delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s

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