Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right

Chapter 115

Chapter 115 Are You Going To Kneel

Maverick’s expression remained calm and composed as he said indifferently. “I prefer not to talk while I’m attending to my personal needs.”

Elven and Quinton were taken aback by this statement.

Could he be… It was only fifteen minutes. Did he take the time to jerk off while using the restroom? Isn’t the time a bit too short for a man?

Their gazes instinctively shifted downward from Maverick’s face.

Seeing their astonished expressions, Maverick’s face grew increasingly stern. F*ck, that was what he meant. when he said he wanted to use the bathroom. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

But since he had been misunderstood anyway, Maverick saw no point in trying to explain himself. Instead, he simply walked to the sink and began to wash his hands with his usual graceful demeanor.

The two bodyguards watched him washing his hands.

Well, every man understands what this gesture means. Why should men make things difficult for each other?

Elven and Quinton were completely convinced by his nonsense.

After leaving the Wright residence, they escorted Maverick back to the car and drove him back to Bay Villa.

Upon arriving at the villa, Elven and Quinton informed Maverick before they discreetly positioned themselves in the shadows again. “Mr. Wright, we have approximately four hours before Ms. Shalders

returns. Despite your absence earlier today, there are still household chores that need to be completed. before she comes home.”

“I know.” Maverick maintained his stoic demeanor as he spoke and pushed the door open, stepping into the villa.

Gwendolyn finally got off work an hour later than usual.

Wright Construction Group had been facing significant challenges as a result of Frida and Samantha’s extravagant spending. The company was grappling with numerous unresolved issues, and its stock market performance had declined significantly.

Gwendolyn had to put in extra effort in order to restore Wright Construction Group to its former glory within a short timeframe so that she could settle the score with Lane Group as soon as possible.

Upon returning to Bay Villa, she didn’t rush inside. Instead, she summoned Elven and Quinton who were hiding in the shadows.

“Ms. Shalders,” the two of them respectfully greeted, before starting their report. “Mr. Wright didn’t display any unusual behavior today.”

Gwendolyn didn’t believe it. “Is he really that well-behaved? Are you sure you never let him out of your sight?”

Both of them said in unison. “Yes.”

Chapter 115 Are You Going To Kneel

“Tell me everything he said to Frida and Sheralyn today, without leaving out a single word”

The two exchanged glances and began to report.

After listening to their report, Gwendolyn’s expression remained composed. “All right. Thank you for your update. You may go now.”

After gaining a general understanding of the situation, Gwendolyn gracefully made her way through the front yard garden to the living room.

The living room was brightly lit, and there was a faint aroma of food in the air.

In the kitchen, Maverick heard some noise and stepped out to find Gwendolyn entering the living room. Without a word, he swiftly retrieved her slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them neatly in front of

her feet.

“Welcome home.”

Gwendolyn stood quietly at the door, observing him. Although he spoke with a somewhat reluctant tone. and his expression was icy cold as if she owed him three million dollars, he had completed all his assigned tasks. After a long day of work, Gwendolyn was too tired and couldn’t be bothered to continue nitpicking

at him.

After humming a reply, she turned her head and walked upstairs.

Maverick said. “The meal is ready. Let’s eat before you go upstairs.”

Gwendolyn’s gaze fell upon the steaming dishes served on the dinner table. She suddenly recalled Maverick’s past mockery and ridicule when she had diligently waited for him to return home for dinner

last time. Instantly, her face grew colder with each passing moment.

“Go ahead and eat, I’ve already eaten.”

With that, she tried to leave again. Maverick stepped forward, a peculiar expression adorning his face. “You’ve already eaten? Who did you eat with? Treyton or Joaquin?”

Thinking about the encounter she had earlier that day, a slight frown appeared on Maverick’s face. “It was Sherman, wasn’t it? After discussing work, you two went to have dinner together?”

Gwendolyn frowned.

This tone and this expression… Why does he look like a wife who is suspicious of her husband who comes home late?

“Maverick, know your place. You’re just my housekeeper now, so you have no right to question who I dine with.”

After she finished speaking, she walked past him and went upstairs.

As he watched her figure gradually disappear into the stairwell, Maverick’s demeanor underwent a drastic shift. An intense and sinister aura emanated from him, filling the air with an unsettling energy.

As he contemplated the test tonight, Maverick’s gaze shifted toward the fruit knife nestled within the fruit basket on the coffee table. His expression became inscrutable.

It was three in the morning.

Chapter 115 Are You Going To Kneel

The entire villa was enveloped in deep slumber, as this was the time when people were in their deepes stage of sleep

The silvery moonlight spilled through the window, painting delicate patterns of light upon the sleeping man in the bed.

However, in the next moment, the man’s eyes snapped open with full alertness. There was no trace of sleepiness in his deep, dark pupils.

He turned over and sat up, quietly leaving the room. He then reached the first floor and retrieved the fruit krite from the basket. After that, he went up to the third floor….

That night. Gwendolyn had a rather restless sleep.

She kept having this unsettling sensation that something was watching her from the shadows.

This feeling… Why is it so similar to the night before the divorce?

Startled by a sudden realization, Gwendolyn’s eyes snapped open, and an alarming gust of wind suddenly brushed past her cars.

Without a second thought, she instinctively reached out and tightly gripped the blade. The sharp blade cut through her palm, and the crimson droplets cascaded down her arm, staining the pristine bedsheets.

Ignoring the pain, she quickly sat up. After assessing the distance between herself and the attacker, she swung her uninjured left hand, and soon her palm connected with a resounding slap against the man’s face.

“Um…”

The slap landed squarely on the man’s face. He let out a muffled grunt and fell to the ground, his grip on the knife handle loosening.

Gwendolyn hardly needed to guess the attacker’s identity. In the entire villa, aside from Maverick, no one else would dare to flash a knife at her.

She threw the fruit knife aside and quickly turned on the table lamp to take a look.

As expected, it was Maverick.

She couldn’t contain her anger. “Do you have a death wish? Do you truly believe that with your current strength, you can actually succeed in killing me?”

Maverick wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with effort. As he looked up, his eyes fixated on the vivid red blood staining the bedsheets and Gwendolyn’s hands.

Is this woman foolish? She actually tried to grab the blade with her hand!

He suddenly felt a bit guilty and didn’t speak.

Gwendolyn noticed his bewildered expression and shot him a fierce glare. “What are you daydreaming about? Go fetch the first-aid kit immediately!”

“All right…”

Maverick quickly rose from the ground and swiftly made his way downstairs to retrieve the first-aid kit.

Chapter 115 Are You Going To Kneel

As he stepped out of the room, he came to a clear realization about something.

A well-trained spy should have been alerted the moment he entered the room. Despite Gwendolyn’s timely reaction, he realized that she wasn’t quick enough to avoid his attack.

In fact, Maverick’s actions tonight were merely a test. If Gwendolyn had reacted quickly enough and attempted to harm him, he would have immediately sent a secret signal to notify Nico and the others who were lying in ambush outside.

If there was no reaction from Gwendolyn, he had planned to stop the knife just before it pierced her skin.

But this foolish woman…

He sighed. It seemed highly unlikely for Gwendolyn to be a spy. In that case, her series of retaliations against the Wright family must have been a coincidence.

Maverick’s guilt deepened as he placed a hand to his lips, making a birdcall signal for retreat. Then, he

pace up the stairs. quickened his

In the room, Gwendolyn’s gaze turned icy cold as she watched him enter the room again.

When he came closer, she finally spoke, her voice carried a somler tone. “Kneel now!”

Maverick hesitated for two seconds, his face reflecting his resistance,

While he acknowledged his wrongdoing, he was not willing to let her trample his dignity on the ground.

“A true man stands firm in the face of poverty and adversity, and remains unbowed by force and power! He kneels only to the heavens, the earth, and his parents, but never to anyone else.”

“Fine, you don’t want to kneel, huh? Seems like you enjoy being watched. I guess I’ll have to call the bodyguards in to assist you,” Gwendolyn said coldly, reaching out to press the alarm button by the bedside.

As soon as the words were spoken, a muffled thud resounded.

It was the sound of Maverick’s kneecaps hitting the floor.

Maverick spoke with his chin held high. “But I’m the kind