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.

pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he

though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

haven’t even asked anything yet, and he’s already feeling

you been up to these past couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go out. Have you not done any housework during

if someone was clenching his heart,

her chin a little higher.

responded curtly. His voice was deep and

with your throat? Are you

“I’m running a fever.”

the villa for two days without going out, and it had not rained during

have had a pretty high fever these past

more or less had

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

offer, stood up, and

After he squatted for just a short while, his legs began to

he was afraid he might be unable to hold

herself a glass of water and continued

skipping a beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my room for two days,

willing to tell her

to dwell on the matter any longer and returned to the main topic. “Why were you

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

a glance at Gwendolyn’s 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

cough. He had spoken too much that his throat felt as though it was

pour water for himself. Her eyes were filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling me about joining

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

other was propped on her knee. She tilted her head to look at him and gave a sly smile. “Then, I want

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

Nico?

sensing he

sorted things out and roughly figured it out at this

to Treyton in

Samantha could be both the executor

could not feel at ease before she

mine, I’ll

her

was stunned as he gazed into the faint glimmer in her

to his senses, Gwendolyn had already taken the black trench coat from the coat rack, ready to