Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 182

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Chapter 182 A Fake Hug

As expected, the little meanie Gwendolyn was not so easy to deal with.

He shook his head and sighed inwardly, vowing to himself never to mess with this young domineering

lady in the future.

On the other end of the call, Asher had no idea that he had been played by Gwendolyn. He said

earnestly, “I heard from Treyton that you’ve been gathering evidence on the Lane family from Fairlake

recently, so I took the liberty of looking into it for you since I have the time. I’ll have Treyton fax it to your

office tomorrow.”

Gwendolyn chuckled to herself inwardly.

She thought that this timing was too convenient as Asher should not have had so much free time.

It seemed that this was premeditated, and Asher had deliberately waited for her to be punished before

bringing up the matter.

So, is he using the carrot and stick method?

Although it was a bit unpleasant to think about, Gwendolyn remembered her promise to let Asher use

her as a punching bag once for tricking him.

In her opinion, it was worth it.

There was also no reason not to accept the evidence that was going to be delivered straight to her

hand.

Gwendolyn reluctantly agreed and showered Asher with a series of compliments before finally

managing to end the call.

Since Maverick was in the hospital, it was quite late by the time Gwendolyn finished kneeling. She

quickly tidied up a room and asked Treyton to make do with it for his stay at Bay Villa for a night.

The next morning, Gwendolyn went to work at Wright Construction Group as usual.

The evidence Asher had gathered was quickly sent to her via fax as promised. She gathered the

papers and bound them together into a booklet before carefully reading through them.

As expected, Asher’s efficiency was truly impressive once he took action.

This evidence was detailed enough to put Samantha in prison for the rest of her life.

Tomorrow, she would bring justice to the Lane family.

She called Yulia for a meeting and was busy until the afternoon.

She thought of Maverick, who was still recovering in the hospital. She then made a call to William and

instructed him to find a small item for her.

Gwendolyn packed up her things and headed back to Bay Villa first when it was time to get off work.

She saw Elven upon arriving at the villa entrance, which was not something she had expected.

She frowned and asked, “Why are you here instead of staying at the hospital?”

Elven explained, “Mr. Wright said he didn’t want to stay in the hospital, so he insisted that Dr. Xenakis

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re-examine him and complete the discharge procedures.”

He’s already been discharged from the hospital?

Gwendolyn fell silent for a moment. She had planned to visit Maverick at the hospital that evening.

Well, it seems that his injury has mostly healed since he can be discharged from the hospital.

As Gwendolyn was about to walk inside, Elven leaned in close to her and whispered, “Ms. Shalders, I

think there’s something odd about Mr. Wright this time.”

“Even you think so, huh?” Looks like Maverick is really acting strange.

Gwendolyn frowned, an indescribable look in her eyes.

Elven nodded. “Mr. Wright went straight into his room as soon as he returned, and he hasn’t come out

since.”

“I see. Okay.”

Gwendolyn had a steely expression on her face as she walked straight into the villa and headed up to

the second floor.

The door of Maverick’s room was closed, but it was not locked.

Gwendolyn pushed the door open and entered the room. The bed was neatly made, showing no signs

of anyone having laid on it.

Maverick was lying quietly on the lounge chair by the window, dressed in a luxurious dark suit. He was

admiring the sunset outside the floor-to-ceiling window in a leisurely and relaxed demeanor, his eyes

cool and composed.

Since it was late autumn, the sunlight that fell upon one’s body would not feel warm.

Yet, the faint halo from the sunlight that graced his handsome, perfect side profile only served to make

his face appear even more divine and aloof.

However, as she got closer, Gwendolyn noticed his thin lips were dark and chapped. His face was also

extremely pale, as if he had no blood within him, which just proved that he was still unwell.

“Don’t lie flat. It will put pressure on the wound on your back.”

Maverick was lost in the beauty of the sunset, so he did not notice Gwendolyn approaching him until

she was right at his feet.

“You’re back.”

He hurriedly propped himself up, trying to stand. “I was so engrossed that I lost track of time. You must

be hungry, right? I’ll go cook something right now.”

“That’s okay. If you’re not feeling well, I’ll let you take a day off today.”

Gwendolyn held his shoulder, guiding him to sit back down.

Upon touching him, she realized how cold and icy his entire body was as if he had no warmth at all.

Gwendolyn furrowed her brows. “Why are you so cold? You don’t look well. Is the wound on your back

still hurting a lot?”

Maverick flashed a slight smile to reassure her. “It stopped hurting a while ago. I guess my hands and

feet are cold because I’ve been lying down for too long, but I’m fine. I just need to rest for a couple of

days, and I’ll be good.”

Gwendolyn simply didn’t believe it.

He was speaking in a weak voice, his eyelashes trembling from time to time. She felt that he was

always forcing himself to be strong.

“Sit down and let me take a look at your injury,” she said and began to remove his suit jacket.

Maverick clutched his collar tightly, refusing to let go. “My injury is really not a big deal. It’s almost

healed, and it’s wrapped in gauze anyway. Even if you take off my clothes, you won’t be able to see it.”

What he had said was true indeed.

Gwendolyn reluctantly let go.

Maverick’s body lost support and staggered slightly. He quickly reached back to support himself on the

recliner.

Noticing Gwendolyn staring at him, he curled the corner of his pale lips slightly, appearing somewhat

languid. “It’s rare to see you care about me like that. How nice.”

Gwendolyn rolled her eyes at him.

However, considering that he did save her this time, she didn’t ridicule or mock him. Instead, she said

with a serious expression, “You know I don’t like being indebted to others. Since you saved me this

time, I’ll grant you one request. What would you like?”

“Really? Any request will do?”

Maverick slightly lifted his head, making eye contact with her, a faint glimmer flashing in his dark pupils.

“Apart from remarriage and emotional demands, I will try my best to fulfill everything else you ask for.

Just tell me.”

Maverick just laughed, for she knew very well that those were all he wanted.

Forget it. I don’t have much time left anyway.

“Okay, then. Just stand there and don’t move.”

Gwendolyn nodded and stood still.

Maverick removed his hand from the lounge chair, and he sat up straight. Gathering his courage, he

slipped his hands through her trench coat, tightly encircling her slender waist. “Let me hold you for a

moment. Just a moment will do.”

Her body was warm, while his was icy cold.

With this embrace, he felt warmth even in his heart.

“Just that?”

Gwendolyn was slightly taken aback.

Is his request really that simple?

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“Yeah…”

Gwendolyn stood still, her posture rigid and straight, allowing him to rest his head obediently on her

stomach as his hands wrapped tightly around her waist.

However, after standing quietly for a while, she suddenly realized that her hands were hanging by her

sides. She felt a bit awkward, not knowing where to place them.

Since it was his request, it wouldn’t be nice not to hug him back.

So, instinctively, she reached out her arms toward his back.

Halfway through, she stopped again.

Her fingers stiffened for a moment when she recalled the injury on his back. Eventually, she chose to

stroke his head instead.

His jet-black hair was short and neatly trimmed, soft and silky to the touch, making it a pleasure to run

one’s fingers through.

As Gwendolyn stroke his head, she gradually lost her mind.

She simply couldn’t stop.

Maverick, who was being stroked on the head, furrowed his brows.

For some reason, he felt as if Gwendolyn was petting a dog.

He was unwilling to let go of Gwendolyn’s embrace at first, but at that thought, he took the initiative to

release her from his arms.

He laughed insincerely. “Okay. My demands have been met, and you don’t owe me any favors.”

Gwendolyn withdrew her hand from stroking his head.

After pondering for a while, she took out a delicate, small black and gold gift box from her trench coat

pocket and handed it to him.

“This is the thank-you gift I wanted to give you.”

Maverick looked up at her with a hint of suspicion. Was she just testing me when she asked me to

make a request earlier to see if I’d be too greedy or ask for something excessive?

He took the gift box from Gwendolyn, his fingertips trembling as he untied the ribbon.

It was a syringe about the thickness of a pinky finger, quite similar to the special drug he was injected

with.

Is this…

Maverick furrowed his brow, his dark eyes gazing at her with a mix of emotions.

Gwendolyn explained calmly, “The special drug I injected you with is called 023 special drug. This is

the antidote for 023. It’s painless, and after the injection, your body will quickly return to normal.”

“W-Why…” Maverick bit his lower lip, suppressing the suffocating feeling in his heart. He took a deep

breath and asked, “Didn’t we agree… to end the employment agreement only when the contract period

is up? Or do you still… want to draw a clear line between us?”

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