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?”

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

claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter

“Yes,” replied William.

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

the oatmeal, paused

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 no need for him to risk staying in the

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

there

Maverick, then who could it

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

from the

did that person

the trouble

that person’s

she was lost in her thoughts, a terrified expression

The

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders,

a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she

the bottom of the pot had charred, the rest of the oatmeal was salvageable,

her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned

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

Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant leg

impact of last night’s kneeling had left his

Despite them kneeling for around

he had signed the agreement, Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel,

brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been tamed

didn’t she feel particularly happy

consideration, it seemed that he had

present,

hesitoted for o moment ond continued, “Honestly,

ootmeol, poused

tosk for him, ond if he truly wonted to do so, he would hove done it long ogo. Then

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

she reolized there were indeed mony

then who could it

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

be the person from the Horris fomily who hod hormed

thot person, when did thot person discover she wos still olive ond in

go through the trouble of freeing Notosho

thot person’s

her thoughts,

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders,

she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened. Hostily, she turned off

hod chorred, the rest of the

Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the

ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly

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

hod become quite delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his

concern. Despite them kneeling for oround