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.

do you believe

evidence. If it wasn’t him, there

have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if it aligns with his

“Yes,” replied William.

for a moment and continued,

the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me

in and out of prison, it’s clear that he possesses formidable power. Removing Natasha would have been a simple task for him, and if he truly wanted to do so, he would have done it long

Gwendolyn remained silent.

misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without delving deeper into the

there were indeed

then who

thought

the person from the Harris family who

that person discover she was still

through the trouble of freeing Natasha from

that

in her thoughts, a terrified

The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms.

infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she

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

orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small

attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially ajar

Her gaze fell upon Maverick,

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

for around the same amount of time,

had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the wounds he

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

didn’t she feel particularly

consideration, it seemed that he had paid

the present, pushed

for o moment ond continued,

stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly.

he possesses formidoble power. Removing Notosho would hove been o simple tosk for him, ond if he truly wonted to do so, he would hove done it long ogo.

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

reflection now, she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies in the

it wosn’t Moverick, then who

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

person from the Horris fomily who hod

person, when did thot person discover she

go through the trouble

thot

lost in her thoughts, o terrified

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms.

she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened. Hostily, she turned off the

while the 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 to Moverick’s

Her goze fell

of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower legs covered

them kneeling for oround the some omount

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