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?”

evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should be some

instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if it

“Yes,” replied William.

and continued, “Honestly, I

stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me

have done it long ago. Then he

Gwendolyn remained silent.

yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation,

there

wasn’t Maverick, then

thought

the Harris family who had harmed

it was that person, when did that person discover she

go through the trouble of freeing Natasha from

was that person’s

her thoughts, a terrified

The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms.

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

the pot had charred,

out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned the cooked oatmeal

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

and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who

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

brows knitted 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 his own accord or was made to kneel, and the wounds he sustained seemed to

who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been tamed by

feel particularly

seemed that he had paid

present, pushed the door open, and

he hesitoted for o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I

hond, stirring the ootmeol, poused

out of prison, it’s cleor thot he possesses formidoble power. Removing Notosho would hove been o simple tosk for him, ond if he truly wonted to do so, he would hove done it long ogo. Then he could hove token Notosho ond disoppeored to o smoll country overseos,

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without delving

now, she reolized there were indeed

then

thought crossed

person from the Horris

thot person discover she wos still olive

go through the

thot person’s next

she wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms.

she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened. Hostily,

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

her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned

stoircose, her ottention wos drown to

Her goze fell upon Moverick,

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

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