CHAPTER 107: CHAPTER 107: HE’S EASY TO APPEASE!

Wyatt opened his eyes to a snow-white ceiling, and the dark blue quilt covering him.

Clearly remembered how much he drank.

Also remembered asking Ian to send him to Serena Sinclair’s doorstep.

Even recalled Serena making him hangover soup.

But that heartless woman...

Thinking of how he was drunk and she left him behind, dumped him back home into the bedroom without care.

Wyatt was furious.

Looking back again, he saw Serena’s sleeping face in the misty morning light.

Surveying the surroundings, this was the main bedroom on the 19th floor.

The dark blue quilt was also Serena’s.

Looking at himself under the covers, Wyatt paused.

Raising an arm to sniff, he still smelled a faint rose scent, the same as hers.

His mind was filled with images of Serena wiping him down, letting him sleep in her bed.

Wyatt’s anger instantly faded.

Serena wasn’t ignoring him.

This time, she finally didn’t push him away.

"Serena..."

Turning to call her, there was no response.

Wyatt leaned over to kiss her.

A gentle peck, and she reacted instantly.

"Serena..."

Wyatt kissed her deeply.

Serena awoke from the kiss, facing Wyatt’s bright eyes.

Suddenly wide awake.

Wanted to ask why he drank so much last night.

Also wanted to ask, do you still feel bad now?

But her mouth disobeyed, "Still... angry?"

Wyatt paused, and the intense kiss softened into tenderness.

Didn’t she see he was no longer angry?

He was actually easy to placate!

"Still a little bit..."

Wyatt leaned over, "Sis, coax me a little more..."

Turns out, coaxing someone is physically demanding.

The alarm rang, Serena snuggled in Wyatt’s furnace-like embrace, feeling too soft to even muster the energy to reach for her phone to turn off the alarm.

Wyatt stretched his long arm, grabbed the phone to turn it off.

Leaned down to peck Serena’s lips, "Accompany me to a gathering on Saturday, okay?"

Saturday?

Serena’s dreamy gaze gradually cleared, "Saturday won’t work. Last night I promised Miles to accompany him to the amusement park."

Wyatt frowned, "Then you accompany him during the day, and me to the gathering at night. That should work, right?"

Serena hesitated slightly.

Wyatt took advantage, squeezing in to disrupt her thoughts and breath, "Sis, you can’t favor one over the other, that’s not fair..."

Wanted to say, how old are you, how old is he.

Talking about fairness with a five-year-old, isn’t that a bit childish?

But soon, Serena couldn’t care less.

Arriving at the company by nine, just sat down when delivery and WeChat arrived simultaneously.

The delivery was breakfast he couldn’t bother with due to waking up late, sent by Wyatt’s people.

On WeChat, Wyatt assured confidently, [Sis, what you promised, you can’t back out!]

Had she agreed?

Recalling briefly, the memory was filled with blush-inducing entanglement.

Did she agree or not.

What did she agree to?

Serena had no recollection.

Just responded with a vague "Got it," using work to shift her attention.

At six sharp, Serena’s phone rang on time.

[Come down]

Glancing at the work on hand, she was about half an hour away from wrapping up the evening’s tasks in the study.

Serena neatly packed her desk and went downstairs.

The Maybach drove out of the underground parking, but it wasn’t heading toward the apartment.

"Where to?"

Instinctively, Serena glanced at her outfit.

Black blazer.

Wide-leg trousers.

Fairly formal.

Yet, her white sneakers dragged her straight into casual territory.

Friendly enough, lacking formal charm.

"You’ll find out once we get there."

Wyatt smiled without answering.

Ten minutes later, the Maybach drove down a picturesque secluded street.

The road was wide, with occasional passing cars, yet not noisy.

Ginkgo trees lining both sides were golden yellow.

In the dimming twilight, like a masterpiece painting.

At the end of the road stood a white three-story building, looking like it was made of cream.

Without any signs, yet the mannequins inside the floor-to-ceiling windows were wearing elegant, tranquil Chinese qipaos and graceful, playful Western evening dresses.

Serena instantly understood the purpose of this trip.

Following Wyatt through the glass doors into the custom center, Serena’s gaze lingered on the ready-made dresses.

A clerk approached, "Young Master Hawthorne, the dresses you’ve ordered are ready."

Serena’s fingertips paused on the qipao.

Images from the work group chat photo flashed in her mind.

Thinking about being just an accompaniment, accompanying Wyatt to pick up dresses ordered for that girl.

Serena’s mood was a mix of emotions.

That’s when she remembered what she had forgotten.

Wyatt had said she should accompany him to the gathering on Saturday.

He should be bringing his blind date, shouldn’t he?

"Come up, why are you dawdling?"

Wyatt walked a few steps, seeing Serena standing frozen in front of a row of clothes with no intention of following.

Immediately called out to her, "Serena?"

Serena snapped back to reality.

Whether it was high class or after business hours, there were no other guests in the place.

Following Wyatt all the way to the third floor, her eyes brightened.

The third-floor space was larger, with more dresses.

And every dress looked like a private customization, very high in design sense.

"Miss, which dress would you like to try first?"

The clerk asked Serena.

Looking at Wyatt, she saw him wave, "You go ahead, we can try them ourselves."

The clerk swiftly went downstairs.

Wyatt guided Serena to stand in front of a black fishtail dress, "Wear this on Saturday, how about it?"

???

Serena was startled, "For me?"

Wyatt was also surprised, "Who else?"

The moment Serena’s gaze dodged, Wyatt finally realized what had occupied her mind downstairs.

"You didn’t think I asked you to be a model, did you?"

Eyes slightly narrowed.

Voice filled with a dangerous allure.

"No."

Serena hurriedly refuted, but her guilt was evident.

Wyatt chuckled mockingly, "I have absolutely no connection with that girl. If I knew there were paparazzi around, I wouldn’t even show up!"

"Sis, what do you think about that?"

Behind her was a floor-to-ceiling window.

The corner of her eye even caught the swaths of gold outside.

With Wyatt’s overbearing presence in front, anyone passing by on the street would see them at first glance.

Clearly nothing was happening.

But Serena could imagine what passersby might see.

As if Wyatt was cornering her against the window.

"...I already said no need to explain."

Pushing Wyatt away, turning around and not forgetting to glance outside.

Serena went to the mannequin to take down the black dress, turning towards the fitting room, "This one looks nice, hope the size fits..."

Serena was simply making conversation.

But behind her, Wyatt didn’t let her murmured distraction pass.

"It’ll definitely fit!"

Wyatt’s voice drifted from behind, "I measured personally, if it doesn’t fit... we’ll measure again tonight!"

Serena: ...

Wyatt didn’t lie.

The dress fit perfectly, from bust to waist to hips.

Serena even suspected if she’d eaten before coming, she wouldn’t fit into the dress.

At that moment, she appeared in the mirror, elegant and alluring, sensual and charming.

Like... the wicked stepmother of Snow White!

It was her preferred style.

"Need help?"

Wyatt’s voice came from outside.

Serena pushed the door open.

Silence enveloped the exhibition hall momentarily.

Serena raised her head, seeing the red-dressed beauty beside Wyatt.