CHAPTER 36: CHAPTER 36: BRO, YOU DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON ME, DO YOU?

Changed into an off-white loungewear.

Wyatt seemed to have taken a shower as well.

His hair was half-dry, with water dripping from the tips.

And he was speaking as he walked out from the central bedroom on the first floor.

The one she thought was the guest room she napped in all afternoon.

"You, you..."

Her heart was racing.

Her ears inexplicably began to feel warm.

Serena stuttered a bit, "This, is this your master bedroom?"

"Yes..."

Wyatt nodded, "Every room in the house is a master bedroom."

Which means, no matter where 2S was hiding that day.

No matter which room she fell asleep in.

The guest taking over the host’s room was Wyatt’s master bedroom.

100% wrong guess rate.

Since she couldn’t avoid it, then... accept it.

Wyatt asked back, "What’s wrong?"

Serena shook her head, feeling defeated, her face calm.

While turning around to sit in the dining chair, she sneakily glanced around, seemingly searching for surveillance cameras in the house.

No surveillance cameras in sight.

Thinking it over, even the servant room didn’t have any. Someone as private as Wyatt wouldn’t possibly have cameras at home.

Serena instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

Wyatt curled his lips, "Let’s eat."

Seemingly preoccupied, Wyatt ate absentmindedly.

Holding 2S, eyeing the Australian lobster, Serena was eating dinner while watching the cat, entirely free from the constraints experienced the previous time.

As she cleaned up the dishes, Serena got ready to leave.

She politely declined Wyatt’s offer to drive her, "At this time, the traffic is the worst. The driver sending me is enough... You rest early!"

Wyatt paused, taking back the eager 2S trying to follow, asking Serena, "What if it still doesn’t eat properly?"

Serena didn’t know what to do either.

She could only gently rub 2S’s head, "You be good, alright?"

2S: "Meow..."

Wyatt translated, "It said it’ll try its best!"

Serena: ...

As the car drove out of Hillcrest Estates, it started to rain just after maneuvering out of the lush, mountainous road.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of Hillcrest Villa.

Wyatt watched the starting rain with a troubled expression.

Just a few minutes difference.

Couldn’t the rain have started a few minutes earlier?

The home theater room had Serena’s favorite movie prepared, but she didn’t even turn on the screen.

The master bedroom on the second floor had new bed linens, which she hadn’t gone into.

Flavors as dull as wax, he couldn’t even think of an excuse to ask her to stay.

Yet at this moment, she left, and the rain began!

Even the heavens were going against him!!!

Opened his phone.

Aethelgard weather: overcast.

Wyatt dialed a phone with a sullen expression: "Complain to the weather station, just say their forecast is completely inaccurate! Complain!!!"

The phone rang shrilly, Wyatt glanced at it and answered.

The deafening noise on the other end abruptly stopped.

"Bro, come out and play? Your engagement is off, how can you suddenly be so reserved? That’s not like you!"

In the circles of the playboys, everyone knows the Crown Prince loves to party most.

Especially in these past six months, racing, horse riding, clubbing, parties, had been a whirlwind.

They thought it was his pre-marital indulgence, because it involved The Sheffield Family.

Even if it’s just engagement, he had to show respect to The Gambling King, to Miss Sheffield.

After all, after engagement, he definitely couldn’t play around like this.

Unexpectedly, the engagement was cancelled, and Wyatt seemed to have quieted down in self-cultivation.

Not meeting up as expected, letting it go on weekdays, but not being able to call him out even on the prime Friday night?

That’s not scientific!

Not only unscientific but also unreasonable!

"Bro, I pondered for a long time, came up with a secret about you."

"Shoot!"

"Look, during the college years when you should be most amorous, you lived like a monk at the woman-filled Aethelgard University for four years. Being President Hawthorne, with endless social engagements and numerous acquaintances, you never seemed to fall under anyone’s spell. If it were someone else, I might guess they have an overseas white moonlight or a long-cherished vermilion mole. But for the two of us, grew up together, how could I not know if you have moonlight or moles...?"

After saying so much, still didn’t get to the point.

Wyatt’s patience ran out, "So?"

"Bro..."

The voice on the other side carried exaggerated trepidation, "You wouldn’t... fancy me, right?"

"So after pondering for so long, that’s the lump you came up with?"

A pretty big lump!

Wyatt smirked, the bad mood accumulated by the heavy rain leapt out, "Since you guessed it, then wash up and wait for daddy!"

He hung up the phone, turned around.

Before leaving, he didn’t forget to close the home theater room door.

2S naturally nestled on his bed.

Wyatt changed clothes and left.

Glanced at his wristwatch, estimating Serena should be home by now.

Wyatt sent a WeChat message.

[Are you home?]

[Yes, I’m home. I’m sorry, for causing you trouble again tonight!]

[Senior, it’s after work hours, can you not be so formal?]

Ever since she learned Wyatt’s identity, she didn’t dare treat him as a normal junior anymore.

Not to mention, now he stands at the pinnacle of Aethelgard as President Hawthorne.

Letting the phone fade from light to dark.

Serena didn’t know how to respond to him either.

The screen lit up again.

Ian Young’s call.

It’s already 9 PM, Ian wouldn’t call at this hour.

Then there was only one possibility.

Adrian Lockwood.

Serena hung up the phone directly shutting it off.

Moments later, a firm knocking sound echoed downstairs.

Standing in front of the open wardrobe, Serena’s body stiffened, fists clenching tightly.

She heard Mrs. Vance answering the door.

Heard her close the door and come back.

Serena still held onto a sliver of hope.

Then she heard Mrs. Vance calling.

"Serena..."

At the staircase entrance, Mrs. Vance shouted: "There’s a man named Ian Young outside, says he’s a colleague, has something to discuss with you."

If she didn’t go out, Ian would knock again, disturbing Mrs. Vance.

If she didn’t show up, on a Friday night, Ian could only continue accompanying Adrian in his frenzy.

Originally thinking as long as she didn’t care, Adrian couldn’t affect her.

But now Serena discovered that as long as she wanted to save face, Adrian had a thousand ways to force her submission.

"I know, Mrs. Vance... I’m sorry for disturbing your rest!"

Serena responded.

Removing Adrian from the blacklist, she called him, "Adrian Lockwood, what’s wrong with you?"

"Come out."

Sounds of slight intoxication, Adrian’s voice hinted at having drunk, "I’m waiting at the alley, when do you come out, when does Ian get off work. Otherwise..."

Slam!

Serena hung up the phone, took a few deep breaths, opened the door and went downstairs.

"Ms. Sinclair, I’m sorry, I..."

"I’m the one who should apologize."

The rain had lessened, but still dripped intermittently.

Ian’s hair and suit were all wet.

The anger in Serena’s heart suddenly dissipated.

Turns out the difference between people is so vast.

Yet she only realized that now.

Wyatt had someone drive her.

The car stopped at the alley entrance, not able to come in, the driver quickly got out with an umbrella.

She said it wasn’t necessary, a little jog would be fine.

The driver with a cold, killer face politely but firmly said, "I’ll escort you to the door and leave."

As she approached, upon seeing the small outdoor courtyard, even when reaching the door, the driver put the umbrella in her hand.

Turned and walked away quickly.

While Adrian, just like before, taking it for granted, as if the whole world should give way for him.

But, why should it?

The dark alley remained quiet.

With a gentle hum, the Benz’s rear door opened, Adrian stepped out.

Watching Serena walk out step by step from the alley, Adrian’s gaze naturally fell on the brand new, well-crafted black umbrella in her hand, "That wild man gave it to you?"