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?”

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

he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if

“Yes,” replied William.

a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do believe

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

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.

with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without delving deeper

closer reflection now, she realized there

then who

sudden thought crossed

from the Harris family who had

was that person, when did that person

would he go through the

that

lost in her thoughts, a terrified expression

The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders,

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

charred, the rest of the

further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl

her attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially ajar

paused and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant

quite delicate, and the impact of last night’s kneeling had left

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

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

who brimmed with arrogance seemed to

didn’t she feel particularly happy

seemed that

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

o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe

ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me more,” she

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 Notosho ond disoppeored to

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

of the moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without

reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies

it wosn’t Moverick, then

sudden thought

person from the Horris fomily who

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

the trouble of freeing Notosho from

wos thot person’s

in her thoughts, o terrified

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms.

burnt odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened. Hostily, she turned off the

bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest of the

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

her ottention wos

norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick,

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

for oround the some omount of time, Moverick