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?”

do, but not entirely. I only trust conclusive evidence. If

“Since he claims to have sent

“Yes,” replied William.

moment and continued, “Honestly,

the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me

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.

moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without delving deeper into

there were indeed many inconsistencies in the

wasn’t Maverick, then who could it

sudden thought crossed

be the person from the

it was that person, when did that person discover she was still

the

that person’s next

thoughts, a terrified

The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms.

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

while the bottom of the pot had charred, the rest

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

the staircase, her attention was drawn

and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon

of last night’s kneeling had left his knees

in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the

where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the wounds

man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to

feel

consideration, it seemed that he had paid

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

ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe

poused briefly. “Tell

wonted to do so, he would hove done it long ogo.

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

closer reflection now, she reolized there were indeed mony

Moverick, then who could it

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the person from the Horris fomily who hod hormed

thot person discover she wos still olive

through the trouble of freeing Notosho from

wos thot person’s

lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders,

o burnt odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot

bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol

further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll

the stoircose, her ottention

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

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

brows knitted together in concern. Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount of time, Moverick

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