CHAPTER 30: CHAPTER 30: EVEN HEAVEN IS ON HIS SIDE

Professor Sterling was the English professor for Serena Sinclair and Una Hutton back in the day.

After passing the English exams in her sophomore year, Serena Sinclair never attended English class again, opting for other classes instead.

But the ever-gracious and elegant Professor Sterling was Serena Sinclair’s idol.

Professor Sterling described her own love and marriage with her husband as mundane.

Yet in Serena Sinclair’s heart, it was a synonym for unforgettable.

They met under humble circumstances; one was an abandoned farm girl, the other a young master from a warlord family.

From expressing their feelings to overcoming difficulties to be together, it took them many years.

Then, during the hardest times, they were forced to separate.

That separation lasted over a decade.

Throughout the years that Professor Sterling lived by her memories, her surroundings were not lacking in biting remarks.

Some said the other person had long married again, with countless children and grandchildren.

Others said Professor Sterling was deceiving herself.

Professor Sterling didn’t argue, didn’t get angry, peacefully lived her life, studying English and French, and waited for her husband to return.

Then reforms swept across the land.

Her husband returned.

There was no new spouse.

And no children or grandchildren gathered around.

During the years when Professor Sterling missed her husband deeply, he was also missing her.

From beginning to end, they only had each other in their hearts and minds.

"Of course, I remember."

Una Hutton looked forward eagerly, "I remember it very clearly. Every Friday during the fourth class, no matter if Professor Sterling was halfway through the text, when she heard the bell, she would stop."

An elderly professor past her prime, showing a shy and embarrassed expression, like a girl worried about being scolded by her family for returning late, "My husband cooked, if I go back and the food is cold, he’ll nag. We’ll end here today, we’ll finish the rest next class."

Though saying so, when she stepped out of the teaching building, her husband in a three-piece suit was already waiting for her with a small bouquet of sunflowers.

In the bright, splendid noon sunlight, the two figures walking away hand in hand looked like the most touching movie scene.

Gradually fading away, yet lingering in the mind.

So many years have passed, but Serena Sinclair still remembers vividly.

"I once thought Adrian Lockwood and I would be like that when we grew old..."

Serena Sinclair smiled bitterly, "I didn’t expect to be proven wrong so quickly."

Couldn’t even hold on until their thirties.

Una Hutton sighed softly: "Yes... didn’t expect childhood sweethearts couldn’t escape the seven-year itch."

Serena Sinclair was stunned.

Seems like... it might be true.

Met Adrian Lockwood for the first time at the entrance of The Lockwood Villa community when she was 16.

At 17, Adrian confessed he liked her, she refused.

Adrian was persistent, she reluctantly compromised, "I hope to be in sync, to be on the same frequency with my partner! If you get accepted to Aethelgard University, I’ll agree to be with you!"

Her mother only said he was either out with friends or cooped up alone playing games, rarely reading or doing homework.

Not to mention, Aethelgard University is ranked No.1 in Auranos, not just anyone can get in.

Even if he got in, with all kinds of pretty girls, would Adrian still choose her?

Serena Sinclair underestimated Adrian’s determination.

At 18, both got into Aethelgard University, and on his nth confession, Serena nodded.

Graduated and married at 22.

Counting from marriage, this was indeed the seventh year.

But besides childhood sweethearts, she gave Adrian a kidney.

That could be considered life-and-death friends.

Could even life-and-death friendship not withstand the seven-year itch?

Is it the fickleness of human nature?

Or was she too stubborn and outdated?

Just like Beatrice Sutton and Zoe Lockwood said while complaining, in Aethelgard’s elite circles, which man doesn’t have a mistress while keeping the wife at home?

How come other women can accept it, can endure it, but she can’t?

Her mind was split into black and white halves.

One side smiled like Professor Sterling: It’s not as hard as you think! Once the heart is set, the person is set!

The other side was as critical as Beatrice Sutton: You’re just too fussy!

Her mind was tangled all night, and only close to dawn did Serena finally fall asleep.

Awaking again, it was close to noon.

The room was empty, Una Hutton left sometime without her knowing.

Only sent a WeChat reminder.

[Don’t forget your cat! And... no refusing to pay up if you lose!]

Serena Sinclair: ...

What kind of person!

Can there be a basic trust between people?

Moreover, it’s her cat; how could she not pick it up?

Feeling determined and confident, Serena checked the time and called Wyatt Hawthorne.

Beep.

Beep beep.

With each beep, her heart grew more uneasy.

The thought that Wyatt is no longer the bright-smiled handsome boy at Aethelgard University, who would shout ’Senior’ while chasing after her.

But now is the big boss of the company she’s about to join tomorrow.

Doing this, might she ruin her job?

"Senior?"

The hoarse voice on the other end interrupted Serena’s speculations, "What’s up?"

"Wyatt, are you free today? I’d like to pick up my cat."

"Have you... found a place to live?"

The voice on the other end suddenly clear.

But Serena inexplicably felt a chill spreading from the other corner, "Yes, I’ve found it! I’ve paid the rent and settled, also tidied it up."

There was a brief silence on the other end.

A moment later, Wyatt said in a deep voice: "Send me the location, I’ll bring it over for you!"

"Okay!"

After hanging up, Serena immediately sent a WeChat message to Una Hutton.

[Just wait, soon you’ll see what your little nephew cat looks like! Prepare your stake, I’ll buy him cat treats!]

[Haha.]

Una Hutton didn’t even type a word, simply sent a ’haha’ emoji in return.

Full of mockery.

Serena set aside her phone and quickly washed up.

Then headed downstairs to the wonton shop.

Ten minutes later, a black Ferrari came speeding in, stopping at the same old spot in the alley.

Serena stepped forward.

Wyatt opened the trunk.

Serena was dumbfounded.

The trunk was packed full.

On one side, an orange cat meowing in the pet carrier.

On the other side, a cat bed, cat food, cat snacks, cat toys, and even a mini cat tower.

Wyatt stood, hands on hips, face dark.

He cast a disdainful look at the old alley behind Serena.

Then turned to Serena, "You live here???"

Serena nodded, reached to grab the pet carrier, but Wyatt picked it up.

Serena turned to take the cat food, Wyatt stopped her, and closed the trunk, "Let’s go check out your place first."

Is this... not trusting her?

Serena was dazed when Wyatt had already walked into the alley.

In all black attire, Wyatt’s back was upright yet relaxed.

At a glance, he seemed to be holding not a pet carrier, but a safe.

Serena hurriedly chased after him.

Minutes later, Wyatt climbed the creaky old stairs, standing at the door of Serena’s small attic room.

Every visible cell in his body expressed disdain.

Meow!

Meow meow!

Perhaps smelling Serena’s scent, the orange cat had been sweetly meowing since being taken from the trunk.

Now, entering the room, Serena closed the door, bent over to open the cage.

Again Wyatt blocked her.

"Senior..."

His index finger gently touched the bridge and forehead of 2S through the palm-sized grille door.

Wyatt looked at Serena disapprovingly, "Are you sure, you want 2S to live here?"

Why did it sound so disapproving?

"What’s wrong?"

Serena glanced around, "Is my place... too shabby for him?"

Wyatt had pondered along the way how to keep 2S.

Unexpectedly, even fate was on his side.

He didn’t further resist Serena opening the pet carrier door to let the orange cat out, Wyatt walked over to the window.

His brows furrowed.