If it truly wasn’t him, then this matter wasn’t as simple as it seemed.

Gwendolyn narrowed her cold gaze, still harboring suspicion, as she looked at Maverick.

She pinched his cheeks with all her might.

His cheeks bulged like he had two buns in his mouth. His handsome eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his bright eyes resembled the eyes of a distressed pet.

“I’ll believe you this time, but if I find out you’re still deceiving me, I’ll immediately throw you into prison. Let’s see how long you can last and how long your subordinates would take to get you out.”

She finished speaking and angrily retracted her hands.

Maverick slumped down on the floor, feeling completely drained.

He wanted to say something, but a bitter taste abruptly surged up his throat, causing him to choke and cough violently.

It felt as if his lungs were about to be coughed out.

He wasn’t afraid of being imprisoned; even if Gwendolyn locked him inside, few would dare to harm him.

However, he didn’t want Gwendolyn to continue misunderstanding him.

Cough! “I-I will go to hell if I lie.”

Gwendolyn turned her head and glanced down at him once again.

His face had turned pale from coughing, and he still ran a fever. The expression of pain on his face was evident when he frowned.

Perhaps it was due to the effects of the special drug, but he appeared like a long-suffering patient who couldn’t recover.

Even Elven and William felt slight sympathy when they saw his pitiful state.

Gwendolyn, however, remained expressionless. Her gaze was on him, and no one knew what was on her mind.

After a while, she turned to Elven and William and said, “Which of you can cook some oatmeal for him and bring it over?”

Elven and William exchanged glances, clearly perplexed.

“Ms. Shalders, you might as well ask me to start a fight. Cook oatmeal? I have no idea how…” Elven voiced his hesitation.

William chimed in, “I don’t know how either. Really!”

Gwendolyn was speechless.

Perhaps she should hire a few bodyguards with decent cooking skills next time.

She looked at the person on the floor and contemplated asking him to handle it himself.

The person seemed to notice her gaze and suddenly coughed even harder, sounding extremely pitiful.

Gwendolyn pursed her lips.

“Fine, help him back to bed, and I’ll take care of it myself.”

“All right!”

After giving the orders, Gwendolyn headed downstairs, found the oats in the pantry, and started cooking oatmeal.

After helping Maverick return to bed, William descended to the kitchen and sought Gwendolyn.

“Ms. Shalders, do you believe Mr. Wright’s words?”

but not entirely. I only trust conclusive evidence. If it

to have sent Sherman away, investigate

“Yes,” replied William.

for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do

paused briefly. “Tell me

done it long ago. Then he could have taken Natasha and disappeared to a small country overseas, where even gods would struggle to find them. There was no need

Gwendolyn remained silent.

heat of the moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without delving deeper into

she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in

wasn’t Maverick, then who could

thought crossed

from the Harris family who had harmed

was that person, when did that person discover she was still alive and in

why would he go through the trouble of freeing

that person’s

she was lost in her thoughts,

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

Ms.

of a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly

bottom of the pot had charred, the rest of the oatmeal was salvageable,

investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a

her attention was

gaze fell

delicate, and the impact of last night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower legs covered in

around the same amount of time, Maverick looked much

instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or

and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been

why didn’t she feel particularly happy

that he

to the present, pushed the

moment ond continued,

poused briefly. “Tell me more,”

do so, he would hove done it long ogo. Then he could hove token Notosho ond disoppeored to o smoll country

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without delving deeper

she reolized there were indeed

Moverick, then who could it

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

be the person from the Horris

thot person, when did thot person discover she wos still olive

would he go through the trouble of freeing Notosho

wos thot person’s

in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders,

nostrils, ond she belotedly

bottom of the pot hod chorred,

to corry out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl

up the stoircose, her ottention wos drown

push the door open, she poused ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up

of lost night’s kneeling hod

brows knitted together in concern. Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount of

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