CHAPTER 62: CHAPTER 62: YOU LOVE-OBSESSED FOOLS

The Maybach roared, and in just a few minutes, it stopped at a secluded courtyard.

She made out the glistening sign at the entrance.

Serena Sinclair: ...

Aethelgard’s Ninth Medical Research Institute.

Indeed, there was no need.

But facing Wyatt Hawthorne’s incredibly grim face.

It was as if even breathing was wrong.

Serena Sinclair didn’t dare utter another word, quietly following him upstairs into one of the offices.

"Hello Ms. Sinclair, I’m Joel Brooks."

Seemingly prepared, Joel Brooks greeted Serena Sinclair, then made a call for someone.

All the while, he didn’t forget to reassure Serena, "Rest assured, even if it’s just a slight scratch, or even if you’ve been disfigured, it’s a trivial matter here."

Serena nodded in gratitude, "Sorry to trouble you!"

The office door was knocked on.

A female doctor in a white coat came in and led Serena to an inner room.

Medical equipment was everywhere in sight.

The air was thick with the smell of medicine.

Serena Sinclair felt slightly relieved.

In the office separated by a single door, Joel Brooks looked at Wyatt Hawthorne’s grim face and handed over a cup of tea, "What’s the matter? It’s just a scratch, in three days it’ll be healed for sure."

Wyatt’s cold gaze swept over.

Joel Brooks knew that this wasn’t about Serena’s facial injury.

Wyatt was obsessing over Serena’s pale face, the way her hands were trembling yet she held on with determination.

And this was the second time.

"Tell me, how can I make her boldly rely on my power and fiercely deal with those shameless people?"

In the silence, Wyatt asked coldly.

What kind of question is that?

Joel Brooks looked baffled and clueless, "Just announce publicly that she’s your woman and Young Master Hawthorne is protecting her, wouldn’t that settle it?"

Not to mention Aethelgard.

Even throughout The Hyperion Galaxy, no one would dare to trouble her.

Faced with Wyatt’s expression of "Why state the obvious", the frustration was evident.

Joel Brooks, belatedly realized he had forgotten something crucial, "Who’s she anyway? ... Even after knowing you all these years, it’s the first time I’ve seen you use such a heavy fist for a minor scrape!"

A scratch, easy for a tertiary hospital or a private hospital under Hawthorne Corporation.

Even a small clinic by the roadside could handle it in no time.

But Wyatt went to such trouble to come to his research institute.

When he received the call to prepare, Joel Brooks almost thought it was a life-or-death situation.

Who would’ve thought.

It’s just this...???

Wyatt was silent for quite a while before speaking, "She just got her divorce papers with Adrian Lockwood on Monday. At this point, announcing it to the world, whether it’s suitable or not, she’d be the first to disagree!"

"Adrian... Adrian Lockwood from The Lockwood Group?"

Faced with Wyatt’s recurring "Why state the obvious" expression.

Joel Brooks: ...

Finally realized where the problem was.

The information was too overwhelming!!!

He thought about how The Hawthorne Family couldn’t accept Serena Sinclair’s status.

And how The Sheffield Family in Portmira couldn’t accept it either.

He never thought that Wyatt wasn’t considering any of this, only worrying about Serena’s refusal.

Joel Brooks: ...

"I really don’t get you love-obsessed folks..."

Joel Brooks expressed his inability to assist, "Compared to matters of the heart, I find my experiment projects much more charming. It is what it is, and data dictates everything!"

"So what are you going to do?"

Joel Brooks asked back.

Wyatt shook his head, feeling even more frustrated.

When Serena Sinclair came out after getting her wound treated, she found the atmosphere in the office even heavier.

Recalling Wyatt’s grim appearance earlier, it’s likely not because of her.

Serena felt slightly relieved in her heart.

She thanked Joel Brooks again, then as she left the research institute, she cautiously thanked Wyatt, "Wyatt, sorry for troubling you on a weekend!"

The moment she stopped speaking, it was evident that Wyatt’s mood worsened.

The car left the research institute, and the atmosphere in the carriage was gloomy and tense.

The thought hanging on her lips, "Pull over to the side," didn’t even get a chance to come out.

Seeing Wyatt’s grim profile, Serena realized for the first time that Wyatt was no longer the Wyatt she knew from the Aethelgard University campus.

Young, adept.

Having the power to decide.

The Wyatt who used to call her "senior" over the years had transformed into a profound, intimidating man.

The Maybach stopped, reaching Hillcrest Villa’s underground garage.

Serena’s hesitation was just starting to show.

She heard Wyatt unlock the car, "You go up and keep 2S company, I’ll be out for a while."

Serena breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay!"

Entering, changing shoes, Serena’s cat had just started meowing.

From the third-floor staircase, 2S rushed down towards the sound.

Warm and fuzzy nestled in her arms, Serena’s taut nerves gradually relaxed.

While she was playing with 2S using a cat toy, her phone rang.

It was an unfamiliar number.

She didn’t need to think to know it was Adrian Lockwood.

Serena set it to silent mode, ignoring it.

The next moment, a ding sounded from WeChat.

Una Hutton: [What did you do to that bastard? He’s been swapping numbers and bothering me like crazy! I’m fine, just ignore him!]

Ian Young: [Ms. Sinclair, President Lockwood is behaving madly, you might want to set your phone to block unfamiliar calls.]

Unexpectedly, even after the divorce, Adrian Lockwood was still haunting them with his harassment.

Serena frowned in anger.

When another unknown call came in, Serena answered.

But there wasn’t the anticipated angry roar.

Adrian Lockwood’s voice was calm, "I apologize for my mother’s actions towards you. Serena, what will it take for you to accept our reconciliation?"

Serena paused for a moment.

In the span of a week, Adrian Lockwood’s behavior was completely different.

As if a week ago, the person who angrily roared for her to sign the mediation papers immediately wasn’t him.

"Adrian Lockwood, it’s not about what I want."

Serena coldly said, "I should be asking, what will it take for you to leave me alone."

On the other end, it sounded like Adrian was smoking, the inhaling and exhaling noises were clear.

After a long while, he spoke gloomily, "I assure you, my mom and Zoe won’t trouble you anymore. Will that suffice?"

Through the phone, Adrian Lockwood seemed normal enough not to resemble him.

The bizarre feeling crept up in Serena’s heart.

"Adrian Lockwood, then you really didn’t need to call."

Serena said coldly, "Learn from your mistakes, being locked up for a few days, reality will teach her to behave."

If she dared to provoke her, she should bear the consequences.

Perhaps she was being stupid to tell Quentin Xavier, letting Beatrice Sutton off the hook once more.

Quietly waiting for Adrian Lockwood to go mad, asking if she was insane, since she called that person mom for so many years.

But Adrian Lockwood didn’t.

After a moment of silence, Adrian Lockwood hanged up without a word.

Serena tossed aside her phone, continuing to pet the cat.

The sky outside was gradually darkening, yet there was no sign of Wyatt returning.

Without him around, she couldn’t leave on her own.

Serena got up and went straight to the kitchen.

When Wyatt entered, the air was filled with a faint aroma.

Following the scent to the kitchen, he saw Serena wearing an apron, her sleeves rolled up, stir-frying in the pan with a spatula.

Her long black hair was loosely tied up.

Her hair was tied with a chopstick, yet it appeared so elegantly as if it were a white jade hairpin, beauty in its natural form.

"Back already?"

Turning back to get the seasoning, only then did Serena realize Wyatt had returned, she smiled, "Go wash your hands, it’s time to eat."

Like a wife at home waiting for her husband to return on time.

The knot in Wyatt’s heart was instantly dispelled, "Okay..."

In his mind were Cora Rivera’s helpless sighs: Brother, don’t rush! Sincerity will eventually soften the hardest stone!

Before him was Serena’s gentle invitation while cooking: Back already?

The little white angel in Wyatt’s heart patted the fur of the black demon: Don’t rush, don’t rush... Be good, Wyatt!