Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 199 Handsome Housekeeper

A large part of the silk fabric was already stuck to the wound, and the blood had dried up.

With trembling hands, Justin tried to remove Maverick’s shirt twice, but to no avail.

However, he could already see the large, bloody wound caused by the whip. Maverick’s skin and flesh had been split open.

“Oh my gosh! Who did this? They genuinely didn’t spare you any mercy!”

Justin used to be a fighter for a black market organization where the rules were strict, and it was normal for less competent fighters to be beaten to death. Fortunately, he did not get beaten up too often.

Maverick, on the other hand, lived a refined lifestyle and was, therefore, not accustomed to sustaining such severe injuries.

Quickly, Maverick hushed Justin up. “Don’t yell. Close the door and windows and draw the curtains. If you can’t remove my shirt, just apply a warm towel to my back.”

“Okay, okay.” Justin did as he was told and hurried to the bathroom to grab a warm towel. He could not bear to see Maverick in pain, so he said, “Mr. Wright, the warm compress may hurt, so… please bear with it.”

Applying a warm towel to the wound was akin to experiencing the burning pain again.

Maverick trembled as a thick layer of cold sweat covered his body. He gripped the pillow with both hands until it became deformed.

Even though Justin did not get beaten up often, he was experienced in treating the wounds of other people.

He took an anti-inflammatory pill from the first-aid kit and stuffed it inside Maverick’s mouth. Then, he brought over a basin of water to clean the bloodstains on the man’s back. The old bandage on Maverick’s body was already soiled, so it had to be removed.

“Mr. Wright, who assaulted you? Apart from Ms. Shalders, who would dare to do this to you…” Justin widened his eyes and asked softly, “Did Ms. Shalders actually do this?”

Feeling dizzy, Maverick buried his face in the blanket, refusing to entertain Justin.

After pondering over the subject, Justin realized something was amiss. “It can’t be Ms. Shalders. If it were her, you wouldn’t have asked me to treat your wound secretly.”

“Stop making wild guesses and hurry up. I need to cook before Gwendolyn returns,” Maverick snapped.

He’s already in very bad shape, especially with the wound on his lower back. Even walking will hurt. Yet, he still wants to get up and cook?

Justin felt really bad for Maverick.

sigh. Wanting to ensure that Gwendolyn and the other bodyguards did not notice the torn shirt, he decided to hide the shirt under the bed after failing to think of a better solution at

iodine was not as painful as compared to alcohol. He took a cotton swab and applied some iodine on Maverick’s back, taking him quite

around the burn on the middle of his lower back. This time, Justin

on getting out of bed, Justin had no choice but to give

Gwendolyn returned

Jasmine, a lively young woman

to be situated in

be for three days. When the time comes, I’ll

murmured sadly, “Hmph! You’re so heartless,

the bar today. If you

“Okay!”

them

the enticing aroma of food

left? Why did he still get

the women’s presence and came out of the

that he had changed into a dark silk shirt. The two buttons on his collar were slightly undone to reveal part of his collarbone, and he seemed to have washed his hair too, for

like his condition and complexion had

coat? Have you taken

as ever, she had expressed concern for him as soon as she came

you’ll check on me tonight, so I didn’t wear

the bandage on his back. “I did get a minor injury during

Gwendolyn remained silent.

exclaimed, “Gwendolyn, who is he? He’s so handsome! You have such good taste. The men

Maverick was already injured when Jasmine arrived, so she did not get a

upon seeing his face clearly, she could not keep her

my housekeeper,” answered Gwendolyn

Jasmine’s eyes lit up. “Can

with a frown without

piece of meat pissed Gwendolyn off. She glared at the man and ordered, “Wear your clothes properly! You look so unpresentable. And go upstairs to put on your coat

“All right.”

without glancing at Jasmine, buttoning his shirt hastily

usually busy with work and hardly have time to hang out with me. Gwendolyn, you’re the best! Just let him

between Gwendolyn’s eyebrows grew

“Gwendolyn…”

“Time to eat!”