CHAPTER 71: CHAPTER 71: DRIVING AWAY A LOVE RIVAL, GAINING A SOFTHEARTED DEITY

Wyatt Hawthorne felt he had just said something very ordinary.

But Serena Sinclair looked as if she had done something wrong, her eyes full of unease and pity.

It was as if he were a poor child abandoned by his parents.

But Wyatt knew she was a kindhearted goddess.

For a moment, Wyatt’s resentment towards his parents grew a little more.

If they didn’t love him, why did they gave birth to him?

If they did, why couldn’t they have had him earlier?

It would be best if today was his birthday.

"My birthday is still several months away..."

A sudden sense of regret emerged.

Wyatt asked Serena, "Do you remember when my birthday is?"

Serena hesitated, trying to recall.

She vaguely remembered he was a Leo in July.

In her hazy memory, she returned from the library and encountered him on a bench in front of the dormitory.

A handsome young man sat beside a cake and a gift box.

But even without the cake and gift box, his face alone attracted the senior and junior girls, who wandered back and forth just to chat him up for his number or see who he was waiting for.

"It’s the end of July, right?"

Serena asked softly, looking worried that Wyatt would be upset because she couldn’t remember his birthday.

"Correct."

Wyatt’s eyes gleamed, "July 29th, remember?"

"I remember now."

Serena nodded, "Next July, I’ll find Young Master Rivera and Cora, and we’ll throw you a grand birthday party together."

"The Mulberry Garden Restaurant that Young Master Rivera took me to last time was great."

"If you don’t like it, we can celebrate at Hillcrest Villa. I’ll cook a big table of your favorite dishes and make you a cake, how’s that?"

In the past, it felt like every day was the same as yesterday and tomorrow, making no difference.

For the first time in his life, Wyatt was filled with anticipation for the future.

He used to be indifferent to birthdays.

Even when surrounded by the hustle and bustle, everyone else seemed happier than him, the birthday boy.

But nothing had ever felt like this time.

Making him look forward to a birthday so much.

Wyatt nodded, "Alright, I’ll be waiting!"

"Sister..."

Suddenly getting closer, Wyatt looked into Serena’s eyes and said, "You have to keep your word!"

Unexpectedly close.

Serena’s breath almost stopped.

Until she heard the click of the seatbelt being unfastened did she realize the car had already stopped under the apartment building.

"Alright, alright... Definitely!"

Serena nodded, her back looking a bit flustered as she got out of the car.

Behind her, Wyatt curled his lips.

Repelling a rival in love.

Gaining a kindhearted goddess.

Hmm, the night breeze is really cool tonight!

In the gentle night breeze, the Maybach turned around and left.

Serena still felt her heart racing even after returning to the room.

On one hand, she thought this was normal between siblings.

After all, whether at Aethelgard University or in the past month or so, Wyatt behaved like a well-behaved golden retriever in front of her.

Lively, cute, and handsome.

Occasionally a bit adorably shy.

Yet she always felt something was off.

Just then, Una Hutton’s video call came through.

After chatting for a while, Serena casually asked, "When you’re at home, how do you and your brother get along?"

"My brother and me?"

Just thinking about the trouble at home made Una’s head hurt, with a face full of disdain, "Either I subdue him, or he kills me! Anyway, it’s either him or me at home!"

Serena: ...

Una asked back, "What’s up?"

Then she recalled how Wyatt had stopped calling her senior and started calling her sister.

Una squinted, with a wicked look of speculation, "Did you two have some sibling friction?"

"Absolutely not!"

Just from her expression, you could tell he was overthinking. Serena replied seriously, "I promised to celebrate his birthday next year."

Just... that simple?

Una looked disbelieving.

But soon, the appearance of Mrs. Cole diverted the topic, and they just started venting about Evan Cole and Mrs. Cole.

Fridays went by the quickest.

Just like every Friday before, after four o’clock, colleagues began to leave early.

Looking at her accumulated overtime hours, she had enough to leave early.

Serena sent a message to Wyatt, [I’m off work! Can you have the driver come early?]

[??? Are you leaving early?]

[I’ve accumulated 7 hours of overtime this week.]

[...]

In the CEO’s office, Wyatt was busy.

Listening to an overseas video conference on the computer.

While skimming through a thick stack of documents.

Finishing one, signing another.

Glancing at his watch, it was just past four.

A slight sense of imbalance arose in Wyatt’s heart, [The boss hasn’t even left work yet, do you really have the nerve as a cog in the machine?]

[??? The way you put it, I feel even more justified, don’t I? As a drudge, there’s no way I could empathize with the capitalist exploiting me, right?]

Serena’s cheerful tone was evident, [Be good, work hard! Sis is leaving first, tell the driver what I said, please make it quick! Thanks a lot!]

Sis?

A single word makes a world of difference, doesn’t it?

After the video conference ended, Wyatt picked up his phone and called Serena.

"Hello? Is the driver here?"

Even over the phone, Serena’s good mood was palpable.

Wyatt signed the last document, carelessly tossing the pen aside as he mischievously teased her, "No, the driver said he’s stuck in traffic and might take another two or three hours."

???

Was the evening rush hour starting this early?

Serena walked over to the window, indeed, seeing the city’s main road teeming with traffic.

It seemed like all the drudges in Aethelgard were getting off work at this time.

"Alright then..."

Indeed, Serena’s excited voice calmed down, "Have you finished your overtime work?"

Glancing at the computer, the housekeeper had messaged, saying the household items had been moved and were being cleaned, estimating another two hours.

Wyatt responded, "No, still need two more hours."

"Oh?"

Serena sympathetically whispered on the other end, "That’s too bad..."

It was as if he could see Serena’s soft and gentle gaze when she felt pity.

Wyatt looked up, seeing the bad expression reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window, "Yeah, it’s too bad! What should I do?"

She wanted to say, then work faster, finish sooner, and go home early.

Start a pleasant weekend.

Serena hadn’t even opened her mouth yet.

Wyatt’s low voice teased over the phone, "Sis, can you... comfort me!"

Sis.

Comfort me!

The deep voice line felt like entering the voice actor station at midnight.

Serena’s mind went blank for a moment.

Dingdong!

The doorbell rang, like a lifesaver from heaven.

When Serena started speaking, she realized her voice was a bit hoarse, "Wyatt, I’m not chatting with you, I’ve got to get the door."

Beep.

Beep beep.

Not waiting for Wyatt’s reply, Serena quickly hung up the phone.

Dingdong!

Dingdong dingdong!

The doorbell rang continuously.

Serena got up and walked to the door.

Thinking it was the driver who had arrived early to avoid the rush.

When she opened the door, Serena’s face burst into a radiant smile.

Immediately after, the smile gradually faded, "...Why are you here?"