Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

As Gwendolyn slipped on her slippers, she observed him closely.

She took off her trench coat and handed it to him.

Maverick paused for a second. His long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his handsome face was pale.

He obediently took the trench coat from Gwendolyn and helped her hang it on the coat rack.

He did not take the initiative to speak, completely unlike his usual attentive and diligent self.

Gwendolyn’s expression grew darker and darker.

Maverick did not notice at all and turned his head to glance at the clock on the living room wall.

It was almost noon already.

He eagerly headed to the kitchen to prepare a meal.

Gwendolyn sat on the couch with an imposing posture.

“Come here.” Her tone was cold when she spoke, leaving no room for interruption.

Maverick’s broad back stiffened for a moment, then he turned around, walked to her, and stood still.

She did not look up, her expression somewhat cold. “I remember someone once said they wouldn’t make me look up to them.”

Maverick did not budge, feeling awkward as he noticed her attitude toward him remained icy cold.

Did Treyton really not tell her that I was the one who saved her? Anyway, did Gwendolyn come back today to settle the score of my attending the charity gala with Samantha?

He had thought he could balance his merits and demerits. Suddenly, he felt a suffocating tightness in his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

“Hmm?”

It was an imposing hum, possessing a delicate, gentle tone produced uniquely by women.

Gwendolyn was growing a bit impatient.

Maverick froze for two seconds, then went down on one knee, slowly squatting in front of her feet. His eyes were still downcast, and his eyelashes trembled gently.

Gwendolyn sensed his awkwardness, which made her feel even more confused. She gently lifted his chin with her fingertips, forcing him to look up.

Their eyes met.

a hint of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance

as though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

haven’t even asked anything yet, and

past couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go out. Have you not done

someone was clenching his heart, the pain making it difficult for him to

a little higher. “What’s the matter?

voice was deep and hoarse, yet his tone conveyed

matter with your throat?

“I’m running a fever.”

and it had not

have had a pretty high fever these past few days given his extremely

less

released her grip on his chin. “Don’t just squat there. Sit on

the offer, stood up, and sat directly

squatted for just a short while,

for much longer, he was afraid he might be unable to

gracefully poured herself a glass of water and continued to

Adam’s apple unconsciously moved slightly. Without skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for

to tell her the

want to dwell on the matter any longer and returned to the

just parted his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him, “I want to

expression. Seeing no change in her demeanor, he went on, “At the party, Samantha was just carrying out orders. There was someone behind her, scheming and planning everything meticulously. This person calculated every move accurately. Samantha said she wanted to join forces

spoken too much that his throat felt

with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining forces, but aren’t you afraid I’ll become suspicious of

truth from me, I won’t hide it from you.” As for whether

curved her lips, resting her cheek on one hand while the other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile. “Then, I want to know what happened to Quinton’s injury. Be

momentarily, and his thin lips slightly parted. “He offended me, so I had Nico

Nico?

furrowed her brows, sensing he was hiding

out and roughly figured

likely related to Treyton

be both the

ease before she

gently straightened her red velvet skirt. “Since it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people

as she finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed a mix of cold arrogance

gazed into the faint glimmer in

taken the black trench coat from the coat rack, ready to