CHAPTER 85: CHAPTER 85: THE SLIP-UP CAME SO SUDDENLY

For dinner, they had KFC. Serena Sinclair didn’t cook at all.

But the young master had come from far away, pitifully saying he was hungry.

What could she do?

Who asked her to say she treated him like a little brother?

Your own brother, you spoil yourself!

"Come in, then..."

Serena stepped aside.

Watching Serena walk towards the kitchen, Wyatt Hawthorne’s gaze darkened.

It’s said that men who have tasted flesh come in two kinds.

One is the perpetually hungry wolf.

The other is the evil wolf that transforms on a full moon night.

At this moment, Wyatt felt he was both.

Serena was wearing a cute cartoon nightgown, topped with a loose-knit cardigan.

Not a trace of the words sexy, charming, or alluring fit this scene.

Just a back view.

Yet he felt an inexplicable urge to tear apart her cartoon nightgown.

"Is wonton okay?"

Serena glanced inside the refrigerator, then peeked out to ask Wyatt, "Or clear soup noodles?"

His dark gaze settled heavily on Serena’s face, which appeared even more sacred under the light.

Wyatt put away the fantasies in his mind, "I want to eat the soup noodles from that day."

"Flat noodle soup?"

Serena asked.

Wyatt nodded.

Almost instantly, he felt the complaint emanating from Serena’s brows and eyes.

Wyatt knew that the complexity of making flat noodle soup far surpassed wonton and clear soup noodles.

Before he even uttered "Forget it,"

Serena nodded, "Okay."

She opened the cupboard above and took out a bag of noodles.

It was possible to see her slender calves.

She rolled up her sleeves to knead the dough.

He could see her exposed forearms.

The motions of her wrists as she kneaded the dough reminded Wyatt of that night when she loosely hooked her arms around his shoulders, almost causing him to lose balance.

Wyatt felt he was going insane!

"Meow!"

2S jumped from his arms onto the floor, its slender claws catching on his shirt.

Wyatt snapped back to reality and turned towards the living room.

He wasn’t even hungry at all.

But as night fell, his mind was filled with her.

What was hungry was his body, his heart.

Finishing a bowl of soup noodles, it was already midnight.

If he didn’t leave now, not even Wyatt felt he could justify staying.

The phone rang, and Julian Rivera shouted from the other end, "Bro, we need a fourth player, come quickly... if you don’t, my pants will soon be lost in this game!"

"Almost lost them means they’re not gone yet, right?"

He walked to the kitchen to tell Serena he was leaving, and she nodded knowingly.

Wyatt grabbed his suit jacket and headed straight for the door.

Open the door.

Close the door.

The sound of conversation faded, and the living room quieted down.

Serena turned off all the lights, then turned into the bedroom.

In the elevator, Wyatt refused, "I’m too lazy, I’m going to sleep."

"Bro, you’re only 26, not 62... The night’s just beginning, and you’re going to sleep? Why, is your girlfriend with you?"

Knowing full well that Serena couldn’t possibly be there.

Julian persisted in his charade over the line, "Girlfriend, why don’t you come along with my bro?"

"Screw off!"

The password lock lit up in response, recognizing his face and opening automatically.

Wyatt walked in and headed straight for the bathroom, "I’m not going, you guys play. Make your father proud, don’t actually lose your pants!"

"..."

Julian, at his end, was left speechless, hurriedly hanging up and finding others to play with.

The hot water turned cold, but the fantasies in his mind didn’t dissipate at all.

Wyatt’s cold shower went on for quite a while before he finished.

He didn’t even dry his hair, just casually wiped it a few times before falling onto the big bed.

In the pitch-black room, a familiar weight leapt up, landing on the blanket beside his arm.

He reached out his hand to touch it; the furry sensation felt wonderful.

Once.

And again.

As if the best of Bebe, Wyatt drifted into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, he was awakened by the phone ringing.

Serena was calling.

The haze of sleep instantly vanished because of this person at this hour.

Almost thinking something had happened to Serena, Wyatt answered the call while walking out, "Serena..."

"Wyatt, 2S is missing!"

The voice on the other end was anxious and distressed, with a hint of breathlessness.

Wyatt breathed a sigh of relief, "It’s so attached to home, it’s probably hiding somewhere... don’t worry, I’ll come over and help you find it."

"Okay!"

Serena responded.

Wyatt hung up the call.

Took a step to leave, then suddenly paused.

Slowly raising his hand, the soft touch from before sleep surfaced in his palm.

An impossible suspicion popped into his mind.

Wyatt walked forward slowly.

The bedroom door opened, and with one look, he saw 2S lounging by the side of his bed, leisurely licking its fur.

Wyatt: ...

It wasn’t much of a secret anyway, she was bound to find out sooner or later.

But he never expected to be caught off guard like this.

Wyatt’s brain stalled for a moment.

Damn it!!!

If he destroyed the evidence now, would there still be time?

In the property office, Serena’s anxious look froze when she saw the surveillance playback.

At 11:59, Wyatt left the door, phone in hand, walking towards the elevator.

Behind him, 2S padded along gracefully, following behind him.

Entering the elevator all the way.

Serena’s heart just started to lift, imagining Wyatt driving away while 2S jumped into the community bushes, returning to nature.

The picture switched to the elevator, where Wyatt pressed 20.

What was he doing on the 20th floor?

As soon as the thought popped up, Wyatt appeared at the door of apartment 2001.

The same door.

The same password lock.

He didn’t even have to knock, the door opened in response.

Wyatt went inside.

2S, as if returning home, naturally followed him in.

"Ms. Sinclair, your cat probably isn’t lost, it’s just... it went home with your boyfriend."

The property staff spoke euphemistically.

But the teasing in his eyes was obvious: These two lovebirds are quite funny, one lives upstairs, one downstairs. Who are they trying to fool?

Serena: ...

The phone rang again, Wyatt calling.

Serena hung up.

Thanked the property staff and turned to go home.

The elevator stopped on the 20th floor, and the doorbell rang for a while without anyone answering.

Serena called Wyatt, "I’m at your door."

Then looked back, noting the elevator indicator light stopped on the 19th floor, then turned to an upward arrow.

When the elevator door reopened, Wyatt emerged with 2S in his arms, wearing a guilty expression as if caught red-handed.

Seemingly not planning to keep pretending, Wyatt hadn’t even changed his clothes.

He was wearing cream-colored loungewear.

With slippers on his feet.

The 2S in his arms blinked its big round eyes, leisurely looking at Serena, "Meow..."

"When did you move here?"

"Just... the day you moved."

"..."

A strange feeling stirred in her heart, and Serena looked at Wyatt’s handsome face, which quickly turned from embarrassment to excitement. The question "why" got stuck in her throat, unable to come out.

Two little people were fighting.

Little Una Hutton crossed her arms, smiling wickedly: Hehe, I knew it, it must be what I think.

Little Serena gave her a slap to wake her up: You’re overthinking it!! Would you believe it if he dared to say it? You’ve already been burnt once, are you in such a hurry to fall into the next trap?

Wyatt opened the door, turned, and looked at Serena, "Want to come in and sit for a bit?"

She looked up.

Familiar floor-to-ceiling windows.

Familiar living room.

Even the sofa and carpet in the living room were identical to those in Hillcrest Villa.

With one glance, it was like a miniature version of Hillcrest Villa.

"No..."

Serena shook her head, took 2S, "It’s late, get some sleep, good night!"

Her retreating figure showed a slight panic, as if she was afraid of him telling her why he moved to the apartment above hers.

Wyatt smirked.

If only I’d said something quicker!