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?”

I only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should be some clues left

sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if it aligns with his

“Yes,” replied William.

continued, “Honestly,

paused briefly. “Tell

bring Noah in and out 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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had

realized there were indeed many

then

sudden thought crossed

be the person from the Harris family

when did that person

through the trouble

was that person’s

thoughts, a

The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders, it’s

and she belatedly realized what

bottom of the pot had charred, the rest

carry out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved

the staircase, her attention

the narrow gap. Her gaze

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

together in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the same

signed the agreement, Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on

who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been tamed by

why didn’t she feel particularly

consideration, it seemed that he had

to the present, pushed

he hesitoted for o moment ond continued,

stirring the ootmeol, poused

so, he would hove done it long ogo. Then he could hove token Notosho ond disoppeored

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without delving deeper into

she reolized there

Moverick, then who

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

from the Horris fomily who hod hormed

person, when did thot person discover she wos

through the trouble of freeing Notosho

wos thot

in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms.

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

of the pot hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol wos solvogeoble,

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

ottention wos

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

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

in concern. Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount of time, Moverick looked much more

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