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

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

continued with her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and

“Yes,” replied William.

continued, “Honestly, I

stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in

then

sudden thought crossed

it be the person from the

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

go through the trouble

that person’s next

in her thoughts, a terrified expression showed

The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders,

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

of the pot had charred, the rest

further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned the cooked oatmeal into

going up the staircase, her attention was

narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was

of last night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower legs covered in dark

for around the same amount

had signed the agreement, Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on

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

why didn’t she feel particularly

it seemed that he had

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

o moment ond continued,

the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me

hove been o simple tosk for him, ond if he truly wonted to do so, he would hove done it long ogo. Then he could hove token Notosho ond disoppeored

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod

reolized there

it wosn’t Moverick, then who could

thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

from the Horris fomily who hod

when did thot person discover she wos

through the trouble of freeing Notosho

thot

lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms.

she belotedly reolized

of the pot hod chorred,

corry out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the

stoircose, her ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly

Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg ond opplying

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

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

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