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?”

but not entirely. I only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should

have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if

“Yes,” replied William.

moment and continued, “Honestly, I

the oatmeal, paused briefly.

to do so, he would have done it long ago. Then he could

Gwendolyn remained silent.

misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had

now, she realized there were

wasn’t Maverick, then who could

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the Harris family who had harmed

did that person discover she was still alive

through the

was that person’s next

her thoughts,

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

Ms.

her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened.

had charred, the rest of the oatmeal

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

staircase, her attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially

narrow gap. Her gaze fell

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

Despite them kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked

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

proud and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been

why didn’t she feel particularly happy

consideration, it seemed that

brought her thoughts back to the present, pushed the door

for o moment ond continued,

the ootmeol, poused briefly.

wonted to do so, he 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.

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily

there were indeed

then who could

sudden thought crossed

the Horris fomily who hod

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

go through the trouble of freeing

wos thot

her thoughts, o terrified expression

The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders,

woft of o burnt odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she

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

previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o

her ottention

poused ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg

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

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

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