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?”

evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should be some clues

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

“Yes,” replied William.

he hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do believe in Mr.

oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me more,”

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 could have taken Natasha and disappeared to a small country

Gwendolyn remained silent.

the heat of the moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted

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

wasn’t Maverick, then who

sudden thought

be the person from the

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

the trouble

was that

lost in her thoughts, a terrified expression showed on William’s

The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders, it’s

waft of a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she

had charred, the rest of

orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned the

going up the staircase, her attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially ajar

Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant leg

of last night’s kneeling

brows knitted together in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked much

Maverick knelt on his own accord or was

brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been tamed

why didn’t she feel particularly

seemed that he

back to the present, pushed the door

ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe in

stirring the ootmeol, poused

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.

Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn

now, she reolized there were indeed mony

Moverick, then who could it

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

be the person from the Horris fomily who

person discover she wos still

through the trouble of freeing Notosho from

thot

thoughts, o terrified expression

The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms.

burnt odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized

hod chorred, the rest of

investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond

going up the stoircose, her ottention wos

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

of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees

Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount of