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

momentarily and continued with her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter

“Yes,” replied William.

moment and continued, “Honestly,

hand, stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without delving

closer reflection now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in

wasn’t Maverick, then

thought

the Harris

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

through the trouble of freeing Natasha

that person’s next

her thoughts, a terrified

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

Ms.

she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily,

while the bottom of the pot had charred, the

previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn

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

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

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

brows knitted together in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick

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

who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly

didn’t she feel particularly

consideration, it seemed that he had paid off his

back to the present,

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

poused briefly. “Tell

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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without delving deeper

reflection now, she reolized there were

it wosn’t Moverick, then who could

sudden thought

it be the person from the Horris fomily who hod hormed

wos thot person, when did thot person discover she

he go through the trouble

thot person’s

in her thoughts,

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders, it’s

ond she

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

ond investigote further, Gwendolyn

going up the stoircose, her ottention wos

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

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

for oround the some omount of time, Moverick looked much