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.

hint of red. Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal

looked as though he had been

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

asked anything yet, and he’s already feeling

Harris seemed to have said you’re

feeling as if someone was clenching his heart, the pain making it difficult for

her chin a little higher. “What’s the matter? Cat got

responded curtly. His voice was deep and hoarse,

chuckled lightly. “What’s the matter with your throat? Are you sick or

“I’m running a fever.”

the villa for two days without going out, and it

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

less had an

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

offer, stood up, and

was already relatively weak. After he squatted for just a short while, his

longer, he was afraid

of water and continued to ask, “What happened to Quinton’s injuries? Who did

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

one was willing to tell her the

any longer and returned to

when Gwendolyn stared at

“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 with me but was also prepared for the possibility that I

a cough. He had spoken too much that his throat

filled with amusement as she stared at him. “You’re telling

want to hear the truth from me, I won’t hide it from you.” As

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

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

Nico?

brows, sensing

had sorted things out and

related to Treyton in

be both the executor

could not feel at ease before she

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

speaking, and her charming little face displayed a

into the faint glimmer in

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