CHAPTER 20: CHAPTER 20: WHO WAS THAT WILD MAN JUST NOW?

What does she have to be afraid of?

It’s just an interview.

But facing Wyatt Hawthorne’s dark and deep eyes, it seemed as if he could truly see through her hesitating heart.

Serena Sinclair was starting to stammer, "I...I don’t."

"You do!"

Wyatt looked at Serena, his voice lazy, "You’re afraid you’ve been disconnected from society and can’t handle the job of an architect. You’re afraid that The Lockwood Group has many talented people, and you’re no longer as outstanding as you were at Aethelgard University, soon you’ll be lost among the crowd. You’re also afraid that being a full-time mom for years has dimmed your former glory, and your studies, marriage, family... it’s all a mess, leaving you with nothing accomplished."

The young and handsome man lounged lazily against the armrest of the sofa.

A look of complete laziness without a proper posture.

His gaze was light.

Yet Serena inexplicably felt that his gaze was like the glaring sunlight outside the window, piercing straight into her heart, cutting through her hesitant and entangled thoughts.

"I don’t."

Serena stubbornly denied it, her voice much firmer than before.

Although she had been a full-time mom for six years, she never gave up on the things she loved at first.

Putting Miles Lockwood to bed, waiting for Adrian Lockwood to come home night after night, the books she flipped through and the video materials she watched, they were all about the latest completed buildings at home and abroad.

Which designer made the designs, from which company or design studio.

Which new environmentally friendly materials were used that had recently been developed.

All of this was as familiar as her pocket.

Except for hands-on experience.

Before she left The Lockwood Group, she was already a mid-level architect.

At Hawthorne Corporation, at the very least, she’d start as a junior architect.

She wasn’t afraid of starting from scratch, nor was she afraid of losing face.

"I’m not afraid at all."

Serena lifted her eyes, "Wyatt, don’t underestimate me!"

"Of course not."

Wyatt’s expression was serious, "You’re the senior I admire most; I won’t underestimate you even if I underestimate others!"

Serena felt that the midday sun was too glaring.

So much so that Wyatt’s gaze was so fierce that she couldn’t face it directly.

Serena moved her eyes away.

Wyatt leaned back into the sofa again.

Though only a couple of inches apart, there was a sense of the heat finally dissipating.

Serena let out a breath.

Wyatt smiled and said, "Senior, welcome to join Hawthorne Corporation. Of course, the premise is... you pass the interview at the design department."

Serena: ...

A knock on the door sounded, and the waiter came in to serve the dishes and left.

Wyatt raised his chin slightly, "Let’s eat and talk..."

The meal lasted over an hour.

Seeing Serena put down her chopsticks, Wyatt waved, and the waiter came in to clear the table.

Serena put away her phone in her bag, waiting for Wyatt to get up and end today’s meal.

The waiter quickly brought in the tea tray.

Watching Wyatt leisurely wash tea sets and select tea leaves, Serena felt an inexplicable sense of incongruity, "Nowadays, very few young people can calm down enough to brew tea."

Young people?

Wyatt laughed, "You’re very old? Why do you speak like an old person?"

"Maybe it’s because my heart feels old..."

Though she was only two years older than Wyatt.

After all, she had died once.

Serena laughed, "I feel my psychological age is several hundred years old."

Wyatt’s fingertips paused, as if remembering something.

He poured a cup of rose tea for Serena, "In The Celestial Realm, at your age, you’re still considered a little demon."

Serena: ...

By the time they walked out of the restaurant, it was past eight, and the sky was pitch black.

Wyatt opened the car door on the passenger side, indicating for Serena to get in, "Anyway, I’m alone going back, a solitary soul. You can treat me as your carpool driver, is that okay?"

At this point, to refuse would be too pretentious.

Serena sat in the car.

The Ferrari sped towards the hotel.

Outside was the shimmering nightscape of Aethelgard.

The car sped forward, thousands of lights brightening and dimming.

Everything she saw was profound and beautiful.

Serena stared blankly.

In recent years, she had never gone out at night.

She had to read picture books to Miles, bathe him, and put him to sleep.

She had to wait for Adrian to return home.

Such a beautiful night view, she hadn’t seen in many years.

"Indeed, being single is better!"

Serena laughed and sighed.

Wyatt in the night seemed like a different person, his voice a bit chilly, "That’s because you married the wrong person!"

"Hey! Don’t hit below the belt like that!"

Had a delicious meal.

Drank fragrant rose tea.

Even chatted about things she always wanted to talk about but never had anyone to discuss them with.

Serena felt good, "How about you? Breaking off the engagement on the day of the engagement, did you feel you were marrying the wrong person?"

"Yeah."

Wyatt admitted frankly, "Originally, I thought I could settle. But then I realized, no, I couldn’t do it."

"Why didn’t you realize sooner? From the perspective of happiness, I get you. But as a woman, from Ms. Sheffield’s point of view, you’re kind of... a jerk!"

The last word, Serena said very softly.

But Wyatt heard it, "Jerk or not, as long as I can marry the person I want and have the happiness I desire, I don’t care how others see me."

Indeed.

Still the same flamboyant Wyatt from Aethelgard University days.

Serena chuckled inwardly.

The car steadily stopped in front of the crosswalk.

Could feel Wyatt turning to look at her.

Serena turned her head, just as Wyatt asked, "Senior, do you think I’m a jerk too?"

"I..."

The heart inexplicably started beating fast.

Serena herself didn’t know what she was nervous about.

The honking sound rang, and when she turned back, she saw the red light had turned green.

"It turned green..."

She reminded, turning her head upright.

The car started, the cabin silent.

Checking the time, it wasn’t too late. Serena sent Claire Carson a WeChat message, setting the interview for tomorrow at ten in the morning.

Claire replied immediately, [OK! See you tomorrow!]

Not wanting to revisit the earlier awkwardness.

Serena clicked into Una Hutton’s chat to talk with her.

The car stopped again, now at the hotel’s entrance.

"Thanks... Drive carefully on your way back!"

After saying goodbye, Serena got out of the car.

After walking a few steps, she turned back, seeing the Ferrari already absorbed by the night, invisible.

Serena couldn’t help but let out a breath.

Turning around and starting to walk, she heard a chilly voice from behind, "Serena!"

Serena turned her head.

Could see the Mercedes parked under a tree by the road, and Adrian Lockwood leaning against the car door.

"Who was that wild man just now?"

He tossed the cigarette butt away, took a few steps forward with a cold smile on his face, "No wonder you’re eager to divorce me, turns out you’ve already found him! But Serena, your choice is quite poor!"

In the night, the brand new black car doors extravagantly opened like wings, then slowly closed.

Naturally assumed it was that recently available domestic car model.

Also, the one mocked in car enthusiasts’ forums as the ’wannabe rich man’s pretend car.’

Adrian’s face held a shadowy cold smile, "Serena, after being Mrs. Lockwood for so many years, how could you sleep with a man like that?"

Slap!

The sound of a slap rang out.