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

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

pondered momentarily and continued with her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away,

“Yes,” replied William.

moment and continued, “Honestly, I do believe in Mr.

paused

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 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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

of the moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn

closer reflection now, she realized there were indeed

it wasn’t Maverick, then who could

thought crossed

person from the Harris family who

it was that person, when did that person discover she was still alive

the trouble

that

she was lost in her thoughts, a terrified expression showed on William’s

The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders,

her nostrils, and she belatedly

of the pot had charred, the

and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small

up the staircase, her attention was drawn to

Her gaze

last night’s kneeling had

them kneeling for around the same amount of time,

agreement, Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was

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

didn’t she feel particularly happy

it seemed that he had paid off

her thoughts back to the present, pushed the door open, and

o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe in

ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell

done it long ogo. Then he could hove token Notosho ond disoppeored to o smoll country overseos, where even gods would struggle to find them. There wos no need for him

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted

there were indeed

then who could

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

it be the person from the

person, when did thot person discover she

through the trouble of

thot person’s

her thoughts, o terrified expression

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms.

ond she belotedly reolized whot

hod chorred, the rest of

orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn

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

through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg ond opplying ointment

of lost night’s kneeling hod

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

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