Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 182 A Fake Hug

As expected, the little meanie Gwendolyn was not so easy to deal with.

He shook his head and sighed inwardly, vowing to himself never to mess with this young domineering lady in the future.

On the other end of the call, Asher had no idea that he had been played by Gwendolyn. He said earnestly, “I heard from Treyton that you’ve been gathering evidence on the Lane family from Fairlake recently, so I took the liberty of looking into it for you since I have the time. I’ll have Treyton fax it to your office tomorrow.”

Gwendolyn chuckled to herself inwardly.

She thought that this timing was too convenient as Asher should not have had so much free time.

It seemed that this was premeditated, and Asher had deliberately waited for her to be punished before bringing up the matter.

So, is he using the carrot and stick method?

Although it was a bit unpleasant to think about, Gwendolyn remembered her promise to let Asher use her as a punching bag once for tricking him.

In her opinion, it was worth it.

There was also no reason not to accept the evidence that was going to be delivered straight to her hand.

Gwendolyn reluctantly agreed and showered Asher with a series of compliments before finally managing to end the call.

Since Maverick was in the hospital, it was quite late by the time Gwendolyn finished kneeling. She quickly tidied up a room and asked Treyton to make do with it for his stay at Bay Villa for a night.

The next morning, Gwendolyn went to work at Wright Construction Group as usual.

The evidence Asher had gathered was quickly sent to her via fax as promised. She gathered the papers and bound them together into a booklet before carefully reading through them.

As expected, Asher’s efficiency was truly impressive once he took action.

This evidence was detailed enough to put Samantha in prison for the rest of her life.

Tomorrow, she would bring justice to the Lane family.

She called Yulia for a meeting and was busy until the afternoon.

She thought of Maverick, who was still recovering in the hospital. She then made a call to William and instructed him to find a small item for her.

Gwendolyn packed up her things and headed back to Bay Villa first when it was time to get off work.

She saw Elven upon arriving at the villa entrance, which was not something she had expected.

She frowned and asked, “Why are you here instead of staying at the hospital?”

“Mr. Wright said he didn’t want to stay in the hospital, so he insisted that

already been discharged from

She had planned to visit Maverick

injury has mostly healed

inside, Elven leaned in close to her and whispered, “Ms. Shalders, I think there’s

you think so, huh?” Looks like

indescribable

into his room as soon as he returned,

“I see. Okay.”

walked straight into

of Maverick’s room was

the room. The bed was

the window, dressed in a luxurious dark suit. He was

was late autumn, the sunlight that fell upon one’s body would not feel

the faint halo from the sunlight that graced his handsome, perfect side profile only served to make his face appear

lips were dark and chapped. His face was also extremely pale, as if he had no blood within him, which just

will put pressure on the wound on

in the beauty of the sunset, so he did not notice Gwendolyn approaching him until

“You’re back.”

up, trying to stand. “I was so engrossed that I lost track of time. You must be hungry, right? I’ll go cook something right

well, I’ll let you take a day

guiding him to sit back

how cold and icy his entire body was as if he

cold? You don’t look well. Is the wound on your back still hurting

hands and feet are cold because I’ve been lying down for too long, but I’m fine. I just need to rest for

didn’t

a weak voice, his eyelashes trembling from time to time. She

at your injury,” she said and began to remove

not a big deal. It’s almost healed, and it’s wrapped in gauze anyway.

he had said was true

Gwendolyn reluctantly let go.

He quickly reached

the corner of his pale lips slightly, appearing somewhat languid. “It’s rare to see

rolled her eyes at

this time, she didn’t ridicule or mock him. Instead, she said with a serious expression, “You know I don’t like being indebted to others. Since you saved me this time, I’ll grant you one request. What would

request

making eye contact with

from remarriage and emotional demands, I will try my best

just laughed, for she knew very well that

I don’t have much time left

Just stand there and

and

removed his hand from the lounge chair, and he sat up straight. Gathering his courage, he slipped his hands through her trench coat, tightly encircling her slender waist. “Let me hold

was warm, while