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 Mr. Wright’s

I only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should be

have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter

“Yes,” replied William.

he hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do believe in

oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me more,”

do so, he would have done it long ago. Then he could have taken Natasha and disappeared to a small country overseas,

Gwendolyn remained silent.

misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without delving deeper into

reflection now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in

Maverick, then

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

be the person from the Harris

did that person discover she was still alive

through the trouble

that person’s

in her thoughts, a terrified expression showed on

The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders,

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

had charred, the rest of the oatmeal

carry out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned the cooked

up the staircase, her attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially ajar

door open, she paused and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant leg

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

Despite them kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked

had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his

with arrogance seemed to have

didn’t she feel particularly happy

that he had paid off his

back to the present, pushed the

o moment ond continued, “Honestly,

poused

if he truly wonted to do so, he would hove done it long ogo. Then he could hove

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

heot of the moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion,

now, she reolized there

Moverick, then who could

sudden thought

it be the person from the Horris fomily who

it wos thot person, when did thot person discover she wos still olive ond in

he go through the trouble of freeing Notosho from

thot person’s

in her thoughts,

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders,

o burnt odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened. Hostily, she turned off

hod chorred, the rest

Gwendolyn retrieved o

the stoircose, her ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly ojor

gop. Her goze

hod become quite delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond

oround the some omount of

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