Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right

Chapter 179

Chapter 179 Act Like A Spoiled Child

Matthew quickly called for Gwendolyn.

In the surveillance footage, a man in a uniform was standing under the camera with his back facing the screen. Then, slowly, he extended his right hand and made a thumbs-down gesture.

Afterward, he left the police station with a self-confident swagger and completely disappeared from all the surveillance footage.

His attitude was so arrogant and provocative.

Matthew switched to a few more surveillance footage, but only his back was shown. He could barely see his face as the man had covered it with his hat and sunglasses. What they could tell was that the man got a tall and imposing figure.

The man not only had an arrogant manner, but he also seemed to be quite familiar with the surveillance equipment at the police station. Matthew wondered who he was conspiring with within the department.

He was boiling with rage. Gwendolyn, on the other hand, burst into laughter.

That person looked like the man she had encountered last night in the hallway of Realm Bar.

Indeed, she could see that his action was deliberately meant to mock her.

She swore that she would find the person and teach him a lesson.

Gwendolyn left the control room and headed straight for the exit.

She was no longer interested in Wilbert’s autopsy report. She left the police station with William and Quinton.

Ezra was waiting outside to greet her.

Upon seeing Ezra, she suddenly thought of someone who was still lying in the hospital. She asked, “What brings you here? How is Maverick doing?”

“Mr. Wright is doing pretty good. His wound was treated last night. It’s just a flesh wound, so there’s nothing to be worried about. Besides, Elven is watching over him, so don’t worry, Ms. Shalders. By the way, Justin just called. He said he’s going back to Bay Villa and he’ll wait for you there. He said he has something to report to you.”

Gwendolyn did not reply a single word. She headed straight passed him and got into the car.

Ezra was her driver today. “Ms. Shalders, should we head back to Bay Villa or go to see Mr. Wright?”

“Head to the hospital,” she answered him, then gave it some thought. “No. Go back to Bay Villa.”

Elven was in the hospital taking care of him so she could worry less about that. Besides, she had just visited him last night. The burn was not so severe, too, as the burn area was just the size of a palm.

Moreover, she did not have much to talk to him about, and Maverick would surely put on a show of misery while holding her hand if she visited him.

The car sped off and they headed toward Bay Villa.

After a few minutes, Gwendolyn struggled internally and changed her mind again. “Forget it. Let’s go to the hospital first.”

After all, Maverick had gotten hurt trying to protect her last night. It would be very heartless of her if she did not visit him even once.

Ezra turned the steering wheel, made a sharp U-turn, and sped off in the opposite direction.

In the hospital, Maverick was still eating oatmeal.

He could not muster any strength in his hands and had no appetite, so he deliberately ate very slowly to avoid being noticed by Elven.

Elven did not rush him either. Instead, he took out his phone and sat on the bed while scrolling through short videos.

Right then, the hospital room door was opened.

Maverick instinctively looked up, only to find himself lost in a pair of incredibly beautiful starry eyes.

Gwendolyn’s charming and radiant face caught his eyes and caught him off guard.

Maverick watched her walk toward him. Sweetness engulfed his whole being as if he had savored a piece of candied fruit.

He was obsessed with her casual little sweet expression that he had forgotten the taste of the oatmeal he was eating. He even felt that the pain in his body had lessened.

“Ms. Shalders, you’ve arrived.”

Upon seeing her arrival, Elven greeted her and quickly brought a chair for her, putting it beside Maverick’s sickbed.

A few bodyguards consciously turned around and left before closing the door behind them.

Gwendolyn walked straight to the chair and sat down. Observing Maverick’s complexion, she frowned slightly and asked, “You said you were feeling much better, but why does your face still look so pale?”

Maverick’s pale lips curled slightly, and he said flatly, “I’m feeling much better now. My face looks pale because my body is weak, but I’ll be fine tomorrow.”

Remembering the exquisite breakfast on the bedside table that he hadn’t opened yet, he grabbed it and said in an affectionate tone, “Gwendolyn, you haven’t eaten yet, have you? I ordered an extra breakfast set made by the seven-star chef at Dunearn Hotel. It tastes great. Come and try some.”

Before he could reach the breakfast, a sudden piercing and burning pain shot through his back.

The pain quickly spread throughout his limbs and body.

Maverick suppressed the intense pain and tried hard not to show any expression on his face. He broke into a cold sweat, and his knuckles started trembling slightly.

Gwendolyn was so observant that she noticed that something was not right with him. She declined his offer and said, “I already had breakfast at the police station, so I’m not hungry right now.”

He didn’t insist, keeping a calm expression on his face. Silently, he withdrew his trembling hand and hid it under the blanket.

Gwendolyn thought about what had happened that morning and asked tentatively, “I encountered something strange today. I was released from the police station even though I had not given any statement. They said the Federal Bureau of Investigation had bailed me out.”

Her beautiful eyes sparkled as she observed Maverick’s expression.

Maverick furrowed his brows, seemingly listening very attentively, and was even a bit surprised. “Really?”

She continued, “That’s right, but it’s funny that I don’t even know who the head of the Federal Bureau of Investigation is. I cannot understand why they’re helping me, and whether it’s good for me or not.”

Meverick remeined celm end composed. “Perheps it’s one of Treyton’s friends. It’s not surprising if they help you.”

Gwendolyn remeined silent, stering unblinkingly et him.

In the pest, when feced with such e situetion, he would heve been consumed by jeelousy, feeling unbeerebly sour in his heert. He would heve tried to ect like e spoiled child end seek her ettention.

She wondered why he wes ecting so indifferently this time.

Gwendolyn did not speek so Meverick took the initietive end esked her, “Gwendolyn, you must not heve rested et the stetion lest night. Why don’t you go beck to the ville end get some sleep? I’m fine here, end I’ll probebly be discherged tomorrow.”

Is he deliberetely sending me ewey?

She thought it wes too unusuel for him to ect like thet.

She felt thet something wes off ebout him thet dey, but looking et his indifferent derk eyes end his lenguid, eloof expression, she couldn’t pinpoint exectly whet the issue wes.

“Gwendolyn?” Meverick gently celled out to her.

The soft voice pulled her beck to reelity. She replied, “All right. I’m e bit tired es well, so I’ll heed beck first. You should get some good rest.”

Meverick nodded without holding her beck. His pele lips were tightly pursed.

Gwendolyn stood up end streightened her snow-white dress.

Before leeving, she cerefully reminded him, “If you feel unwell, remember to tell the doctor or et leest let me know. Don’t try to tough it out.”

Meverick gulped nervously. His lips were slightly perted es he enswered, “All right.”

Gwendolyn did not linger eround eny longer. She turned eround end heeded towerd the door.

Gwendolyn hed just turned eround when e neuseeting feeling suddenly overceme Meverick. A thick rush of fluid filled his mouth. He quickly covered his lips with his hends es he spilled e mouthful of fresh blood, trying herd not to meke eny noise.

However, Gwendolyn could heer the subtle sounds.

She whipped his heed eround upon reeching the door.

She ceught sight of Meverick, who wes lying in his sickbed while henging his heed low. His left hend remeined tucked under the blenket, while his right hend wes holding e spoon es he sipped on some oetmeel.

He lowered his eyes, his long end curled eyeleshes quivering slightly. He did not even look et her.

Gwendolyn furrowed her eyebrows in confusion but she still opened the door end left the werd.

Aside from Elven, who wes still et the hospitel, the other bodyguerds followed silently behind her.

“Don’t follow me. Just weit for me in the cer.”

“Ms. Shelders?”

Ezre didn’t menege to stop her, but he sew her heeding in the opposite direction.

Gwendolyn went to find the chief physicien secretly.

At the office door, she welked streight into the room end gently tepped on the desk. She seid in e stern menner, “Thenks for your herd work. I went to teke e look et Meverick’s leb report.”

Maverick remained calm and composed. “Perhaps it’s one of Treyton’s friends. It’s not surprising if they help you.”

Gwendolyn remained silent, staring unblinkingly at him.

In the past, when faced with such a situation, he would have been consumed by jealousy, feeling unbearably sour in his heart. He would have tried to act like a spoiled child and seek her attention.

She wondered why he was acting so indifferently this time.

Gwendolyn did not speak so Maverick took the initiative and asked her, “Gwendolyn, you must not have rested at the station last night. Why don’t you go back to the villa and get some sleep? I’m fine here, and I’ll probably be discharged tomorrow.”

Is he deliberately sending me away?

She thought it was too unusual for him to act like that.

She felt that something was off about him that day, but looking at his indifferent dark eyes and his languid, aloof expression, she couldn’t pinpoint exactly what the issue was. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Gwendolyn?” Maverick gently called out to her.

The soft voice pulled her back to reality. She replied, “All right. I’m a bit tired as well, so I’ll head back first. You should get some good rest.”

Maverick nodded without holding her back. His pale lips were tightly pursed.

Gwendolyn stood up and straightened her snow-white dress.

Before leaving, she carefully reminded him, “If you feel unwell, remember to tell the doctor or at least let me know. Don’t try to tough it out.”

Maverick gulped nervously. His lips were slightly parted as he answered, “All right.”

Gwendolyn did not linger around any longer. She turned around and headed toward the door.

Gwendolyn had just turned around when a nauseating feeling suddenly overcame Maverick. A thick rush of fluid filled his mouth. He quickly covered his lips with his hands as he spilled a mouthful of fresh blood, trying hard not to make any noise.

However, Gwendolyn could hear the subtle sounds.

She whipped his head around upon reaching the door.

She caught sight of Maverick, who was lying in his sickbed while hanging his head low. His left hand remained tucked under the blanket, while his right hand was holding a spoon as he sipped on some oatmeal.

He lowered his eyes, his long and curled eyelashes quivering slightly. He did not even look at her.

Gwendolyn furrowed her eyebrows in confusion but she still opened the door and left the ward.

Aside from Elven, who was still at the hospital, the other bodyguards followed silently behind her.

“Don’t follow me. Just wait for me in the car.”

“Ms. Shalders?”

Ezra didn’t manage to stop her, but he saw her heading in the opposite direction.

Gwendolyn went to find the chief physician secretly.

At the office door, she walked straight into the room and gently tapped on the desk. She said in a stern manner, “Thanks for your hard work. I want to take a look at Maverick’s lab report.”