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

“Since he claims to have sent Sherman away,

“Yes,” replied William.

for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do believe

oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell

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 overseas, where even gods would struggle to find them. There was

Gwendolyn remained silent.

with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted

reflection now, she realized there were indeed many

wasn’t Maverick, then who

sudden thought

the Harris family who had harmed

it was that person, when did that person

would he go through the trouble of

was that person’s

her thoughts, a terrified

Shalders! The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders,

her nostrils, and she belatedly

of the pot had charred,

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

staircase, her attention was

the door open, she paused and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up

and the impact of last night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower legs covered in dark

them kneeling for around

signed 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

man who brimmed with arrogance

feel particularly

that he had paid

brought her thoughts back to the present,

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

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

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Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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now, she reolized there were indeed

then who could

thought crossed

person from the Horris fomily who hod hormed

did thot person discover she wos still olive

through the trouble of freeing

thot person’s

thoughts, o

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms.

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the bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest

orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully

ottention wos

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

the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower legs

in concern. Despite them kneeling for oround