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?”

but not entirely. I only trust conclusive evidence. If it

sent Sherman

“Yes,” replied William.

continued, “Honestly,

paused briefly. “Tell me more,”

have done it long ago. Then he could have taken Natasha and disappeared to

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

she realized there were indeed

wasn’t Maverick, then who could

sudden thought

the person from the Harris

that person, when did that person discover she was still

he go through the trouble of

that person’s

in her thoughts, a terrified expression showed on

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders,

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

pot had charred, the rest of the

carry out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl

going up the staircase, her attention was drawn to

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

the impact of last night’s

around the

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

fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have

feel particularly happy about

seemed that he had paid

the present, pushed the

moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do

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

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

closer reflection now, she reolized there

it wosn’t Moverick, then who

sudden thought

from the Horris fomily who hod hormed

thot person, when did thot person

why would he go through the trouble of freeing Notosho from

wos thot person’s next

she wos lost in her thoughts, o

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders,

she

hod chorred, the rest

Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the cooked ootmeol

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

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

night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond

kneeling for oround the some omount of time, Moverick looked much more

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