Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 201 A Nightmare

It was Jasmine’s first time encountering such a shameless man, and she was shocked into silence.

Standing at the side, Gwendolyn felt like she was about to die from laughter.

Jasmine was too spoiled by her family, so she was used to having her way all the time. Unexpectedly,

she faced her first-ever setback because of Maverick.

“Gwendolyn…” Jasmine looked at Gwendolyn with a pout, her eyes watery. Though she wanted to

complain more, she was worried that her acting would be less convincing than Maverick’s.

Gwendolyn’s expression gradually turned serious as she met Jasmine’s eyes. “Jasmine, he’s right. He

only listens to my orders. You’re staying at my place, eating here, and using my things. Now, you even

want to hit my person? Aren’t you being too much?”

Jasmine froze.

“This is not the Newton residence. Although I consider you to be my little sister, I won’t coddle you

without a bottom line.”

“Gwendolyn…”

“I’m going to Salinsburgh tomorrow, and you will go with me. I’ll book a plane ticket for you.”

“What? I’m leaving tomorrow already? I’ve only been here for less than three days! Gwendolyn…”

Gwendolyn ignored Jasmine’s efforts to act cute.

If she didn’t bring Jasmine back to the Newton residence, the latter would have to stay with Maverick

on her own for two days at the seaside villa.

“You’ve been away from home for days, and it’s time to return.” Gwendolyn pushed Jasmine’s shoulder,

a bit annoyed. “Go upstairs and change before you come back down. Who are you trying to seduce,

walking around in a nightgown?”

Jasmine pouted and climbed the stairs reluctantly.

Once she was gone, Gwendolyn turned around to face Maverick.

He seemed to be in a good mood as his eyes twinkled with delight.

Shooting him a glare, Gwendolyn sneered, “How does she look in her nightgown? Gorgeous?”

Maverick raised his hands in submission and protested, “I’m innocent! I didn’t even notice what color

she was wearing. Besides, you’re the sexiest woman in this world for me. I only like looking at you.”

Gwendolyn did not like hearing such cheesy words. She changed the topic, chiding, “I can’t believe you

pitched yourself against a twenty-year-old girl and put on an act like that. Do you have nothing better to

do?

Then, she pointed at the shattered glass on the floor. “You broke my glass, so you have to compensate

me.”

“All right, I will. Is ten times the amount enough?” Maverick coaxed, gazing at Gwendolyn affectionately.

“I guess.” Gwendolyn arched her brow and voiced smugly.

While Maverick stared at her radiant, smiling face, he tried to engrave the image in his heart.

At that moment, he was overcome with the urge to pull her into his arms and never let go.

Sadly, he might not have the chance to do that anymore.

After breakfast, Gwendolyn surprisingly did not leave for work. She rested at home the entire day and

prepared for her trip to Salinsburgh the next day.

Sitting on the couch in the living room, she arranged work-related matters on her phone while a TV

show played in the background.

Maverick washed some apples and sat on the one-seater at the side, quietly peeling the fruit for her.

Meanwhile, Jasmine had Elven and the other bodyguards set up a swing for her in the courtyard.

Peaceful times always passed by quickly.

The next day, Gwendolyn and Jasmine packed their things for the trip. Maverick voluntarily carried

Gwendolyn’s luggage downstairs while Ezra helped Jasmine with hers.

Out of concern, Treyton decided to accompany them to Salinsburgh. They had agreed to meet at the

airport.

When Maverick offered to see Gwendolyn off at the airport, she declined.

“You don’t need to go to Wright Construction Group while I’m in Salinsburgh. Yulia is there, so

everything will be fine. Just stay at the villa in the meantime. I asked William, Quinton, and Justin to

stay behind and guard the villa.”

Maverick suggested, “You should bring more people since you’ll be there for two days. Just leave

Justin in the villa. There is no need for so many bodyguards since I won’t go anywhere. And with my

fighting skills, even the five of them won’t be able to stop me if I’m set on leaving.”

Maverick’s words made sense to Gwendolyn. With that, she brought William and Quinton with her and

left Justin in the villa.

Jasmine was already sitting in the car, waiting unhappily. Upon putting everything in order, Gwendolyn

turned to open the car door when Maverick suddenly grabbed her wrist.

“What—”

Before she could continue, Maverick enfolded her in his embrace.

“Take care, and remember to eat your meals properly.”

“Yeah,” Gwendolyn responded calmly without much expression.

I’ll only be away for two days. It’s not like we’re going to be separated by death. Why is he being so

dramatic?

Nevertheless, she did not speak her thoughts and tease Maverick. After letting go of him, she opened

the door and got into the car.

As the engine started, Maverick stood in the same spot and watched fixedly until the car left his sight.

Justin stood beside him and glanced at his intent expression a few times. Finally, Justin reminded, “Mr.

Wright, Ms. Shalders has left. Please go back in now. The weather is cold, and you’re injured.”

Without a word, Maverick remained still.

Unable to convince him, Justin could only return to the villa on his own.

Treyton joined Gwendolyn at the airport, and the group soon embarked on the plane.

Immediately, Treyton brought over a blanket and draped it over Gwendolyn, who was staring out the

window. She did not refuse the gesture as her gaze remained glued outside.

For some reason, she began feeling anxious after boarding, and her eyelids would not stop twitching.

Noticing her discomfort, Treyton passed her a calming pill. “Maybe you’re just worried since you’re

returning to Salinsburgh secretly after so long.”

“Maybe,” Gwendolyn replied. She had no idea either where this feeling of anxiety was coming from.

As Fairlake was quite far from Salinsburgh, it was almost nighttime when they arrived.

The first thing Gwendolyn did was to ask someone to bring Jasmine back to the Newton residence.

Afterward, they headed to Treyton’s villa since it was near Hecalion Estate, the place Hector lived in.

There, Gwendolyn, Treyton, and Elven had a meeting regarding the next day’s plans. The meeting

lasted for a few hours.

When everything was settled, Gwendolyn stretched her arms and rubbed her shoulders lazily.

All that was left to do now was to wait for the next day.

After washing up, Gwendolyn returned to her room to sleep. Perhaps the trip had tired her out, as she

drifted off minutes after her head hit the pillow.

However, she had a restless sleep.

She had a strange dream. Everything around her was burning, the buildings and structures crackling

and popping.

A tall man stood amidst the sea of fire, covered in blood and wounds. Despite his disheveled state, his

aura remained proud and outstanding.

Although he had his back to Gwendolyn, his figure seemed somewhat familiar.

When he finally turned around unsteadily, the glow of fire illuminated his handsome face.

Maverick?

His face was bloodied all over, and more blood continued to flow from the corner of his mouth.

Pain and sorrow filled his ebony eyes.

The next second, he fell to his knees weakly as if he had just gone through a hard battle.

“Gwendolyn. Gwendolyn…”

Gwendolyn jolted awake, only to realize it was just a nightmare.

The time on her phone told her that it was only two in the morning.

In a daze, she sat on the bed and recalled the scenes from the dream.

Everything felt all too real—Maverick’s cold, dark eyes and the way he desperately and aggrievedly

called her name again and again.

Gwendolyn couldn’t bring herself to sleep again. Feeling uneasy, she picked up her phone and called

Maverick.

To her dismay, the call was unanswered.

Why isn’t he answering?

Gwendolyn grew increasingly agitated. The call was automatically cut off as it wasn’t answered, but

she did not give up.

On her fourth attempt, the call was finally picked up.

A deep, familiar voice came from the other end of the line. “What’s wrong?”