Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 189 Cook A Meal For You

Upon seeing Charles enter with his men, Shirley immediately slumped into the chair.

She had heard from acquaintances at the police station that Charles was planning to leave Fairlake, so

why hadn’t he left yet?

With him around, that day was going to be tough for her.

The Lane family’s bodyguards quickly lost their confidence when faced with the police officers

brandishing stun batons.

Samantha sat on the ground, feeling utterly defeated.

However, as Charles entered, his gaze remained fixed on Gwendolyn.

Maintaining an upright and composed posture, he walked over to sit beside Gwendolyn.

The latter unconsciously furrowed her brows but quickly concealed any underlying emotions. She then

redirected her attention to Shirley and Samantha across from her.

“Samantha, I don’t feel like wasting any more time on this. The police station will handle the crimes you

and the Lane family committed. You will repay every penny of the money you owe me with interest. If

the funds are insufficient, you’ll have to sell properties or mortgage Lane Group.”

Shirley and Samantha felt resigned, but under Charles’ pressure, they remained silent and played

dumb.

Gwendolyn gently smoothed her skirt and looked at Charles beside her, her eyes filled with tenderness.

“Charles, I’m feeling slightly tired, so I’ll leave the rest to you. By the way, Samantha has a penchant for

tearing paper. How about letting her tear all the papers in the hallway into shreds before taking them

back to the police station? What do you think?”

Charles raised his gaze, his deep and gentle blue eyes meeting hers.

“All right, I’ll do as you say, but…”

He paused for a moment and gently took hold of Gwendolyn’s hand before continuing, “I’ve done you

such a big favor, yet you stood me up last night. It’s time to make up to me, don’t you think?”

Gwendolyn smiled, her eyes filled with warmth and her voice velvety. “Of course, to make it up to you,

why don’t you come to Bay Villa tonight after you finish work? I’ll personally cook you a meal. How

does that sound?”

Charles was pleasantly surprised.

On second thought, he remembered that annoying person in her villa. “But there’s someone in your

villa who I’d rather not see.”

“That’s not a big deal.”

Gwendolyn shrugged indifferently. “He’s just my servant. We’ll have a few drinks together in the

evening, and I’ll have him stand by to pour your drinks. How about that?”

Charles looked at her calm expression, his eyes filled with indulgence. Then, he smiled and replied, “All

right, whatever you say.”

“I’ll head back now and wait for you tonight.”

She withdrew her hand from Charles’ palm and turned to look at Justin. “Stay here and see if Charles

needs any further assistance. No slacking off.”

“Yes, Ms. Shalders.”

After giving her instructions, Gwendolyn shifted her gaze away, turned around, and left Bay Villa,

leaving the stage to Charles and the police officers.

It wasn’t until she got into the car that her expression gradually turned cold.

She opened the wet wipes in her bag and cleaned her hands.

With the Lane family matter resolved and still having some time on her hands, she made a trip to Angle

to check on the recent progress of Joaquin’s and Jennifer’s shoots.

She stayed busy until the afternoon, then returned to Bay Villa two hours earlier than expected.

Upon her return, she found Maverick squatting on the ground, cleaning the floor.

With the special drug in his body already wearing off, he found these household chores much easier to

handle.

Noticing Gwendolyn’s early return, Maverick felt somewhat curious. “You’re back so early today. It’s

only mid-afternoon. I suppose you’re not ready for dinner yet?”

Gwendolyn nodded gently and stood motionless at the door.

Maverick instinctively set aside his task, washed his hands, and walked over to help her fetch the

slippers from the shoe cabinet and neatly place them before her.

He then assisted her in removing her coat and hung it on the coat rack.

After completing these tasks, he resumed cleaning the floor.

Instead of heading upstairs, Gwendolyn sat on the sofa and silently observed Maverick as he mopped

the floor.

After a few minutes, she finally spoke. “Put aside what you’re doing and come here.”

“All right.”

Maverick washed his hands again before walking over to her respectfully. He then knelt on one knee

beside her and slowly crouched down.

Gwendolyn was pleased with his unwavering obedience.

Gripping his chin, she closely observed his facial expressions.

Without the special drug, his complexion had lost the sickly pallor it previously had, and his dark eyes

appeared more lively.

Although his features remained remarkably handsome, they now held a sharper edge, making him

appear less vulnerable.

Gwendolyn grinned playfully. “I still prefer your state when under the influence of the special drug. Now

you look more unruly yet not so easily bullied. How about…”

She paused, her lips curving mischievously. “How about I inject another dose of the special drug and

continue tormenting you for a few more days until I grow tired of it before giving you the antidote?”

Maverick’s breath hitched, and his dark eyes flickered with surprise.

Is she for real?

The injection of 023 special drug was excruciatingly painful, compounded by the fact that his back still

bore wounds that would intensify the agony multiple times over.

Such torment could be lethal.

Bitterness tinged his words. “If your happiness is built upon my suffering, as long as it’s your command

and as long as you can believe that I am sincere now, I will obey unconditionally.”

“Really?”

Gwendolyn lifted his chin an inch higher, forcing him to meet her gaze.

Maverick locked his gaze onto her starry eyes and nodded firmly.

Seeing him being earnest, Gwendolyn couldn’t help but laugh. She released her grip on his chin. “Just

teasing you. I’m not that twisted and sadistic.”

Maverick lowered his gaze, remaining silent.

After the momentary jest, Gwendolyn adopted a solemn expression and shifted the conversation to

business. “Your subordinates seem formidable, especially Nico. If they were to fight with trained military

elites, what would be their chances of winning?”

“If it’s a direct confrontation, it’s hard to say. But given their capabilities, especially Nico, engaging in a

fight would only prolong the encounter. The likelihood of losing is not significant.”

Gwendolyn let out a soft hum and lowered her head in contemplation.

“Why do you suddenly ask about this?”

Gwendolyn evaded the question. “Charles will be coming to the villa for dinner tonight.”

Maverick remained silent, his brows furrowing almost instinctively and his gaze dimming instantly.

Noticing his reaction, Gwendolyn leaned closer to his ear and whispered a few words.

In the evening, Gwendolyn stood at the entrance of Bay Villa at approximately when Charles had

previously mentioned he would arrive and waited for him.

Charles arrived in a military vehicle, accompanied by only two of his closest subordinates.

As Charles stepped out of the car and looked up, he couldn’t conceal his delight upon seeing

Gwendolyn exquisitely dressed and coming out to greet him.

“Gwen, you look stunning tonight. Even though we just met during the day, it feels like it’s been half a

month, and I’ve already missed you.”

“Oh, now you’re learning to become a smooth talker?”

Gwendolyn gave him a playful glare and continued, “It’s been quite a day. How did things go with the

Lane family?”

“Lane Group has declared bankruptcy and will be auctioned off. As for the money the Lane family

swindled from Wright Construction Group, I’ll make sure they pay it all back. However, it’s a substantial

amount and will take some time. As for Samantha, she received a life sentence. I know you probably

prefer to see her suffer a fate worse than death.”

Gwendolyn only smiled and remained silent.

Side by side, they walked through the garden.

As they entered the villa’s living room, Charles leaned close to her ear and said intimately, “Jasmine

wanted to come along tonight, but I didn’t bring her because I wanted our time together undisturbed…”

His words abruptly halted.

Charles noticed Maverick standing in the stairwell, the latter’s intense gaze cold and menacing, fixed

upon him.

Charles’ expression turned grim as well.

The eyes of the two men met from a distance. Instantly, sparks flew, and an air of hostility filled the

room.