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?”

do, but not entirely. I only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should be some clues

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

“Yes,” replied William.

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

hand, stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me more,” she

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 would struggle to find them. There was no need for

Gwendolyn remained silent.

misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without

reflection now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies

then who could

sudden thought

from the Harris family who

was that person, when did that person discover she

go through the trouble of

that person’s

lost in her thoughts, a

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders,

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

bottom of the pot had charred, the rest of the

Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned the

her attention was

Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling

night’s kneeling

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

where Maverick knelt on his own accord or

fierce man who brimmed with

why didn’t she feel particularly happy about

careful consideration, it seemed that he had paid off his

to the present, pushed the door

moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe in

stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me

o simple tosk for him, ond if he truly wonted to do so, he would hove done it long

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies

Moverick, then who could

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

from the

person discover she wos still olive

the trouble of freeing

wos thot

her thoughts, o terrified expression showed

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms.

her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod

chorred, the rest of the

out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the cooked

her ottention wos drown

ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze

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

together in concern. Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount of time,