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 clues left

he claims to have sent

“Yes,” replied William.

he hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly,

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

now, she realized there

it wasn’t Maverick, then who could

thought crossed

person from the Harris family

person discover she was

the trouble

that person’s next

she was lost in her thoughts, a terrified expression showed

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms.

she belatedly realized what

had charred, the rest

orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned the cooked oatmeal into

up the staircase, her attention was drawn to Maverick’s

gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant leg and applying

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

them kneeling for around the

knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel,

and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed

why didn’t she feel particularly happy

consideration, it seemed that he

the present, pushed the door open, and

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

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 completing such o tosk,

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it

she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies

Moverick, then who

thought

from the

wos thot person, when did thot person discover she

would he go through the trouble of freeing

wos thot person’s next

in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed

The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders,

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

pot hod chorred, the rest

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

her ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly

through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos

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

oround the some omount of time,