CHAPTER 89: CHAPTER 89: HE’S HERE TO KICK ME WHEN I’M DOWN!

Ding dong!

Ding dong ding dong!

The doorbell rang continuously at one in the morning.

It’s not Una.

If she were coming, she would have come right after work, no way she’d delay until this hour.

It’s not Wyatt either.

Wyatt acts with discretion, he wouldn’t disturb her in the middle of the night.

Then it must be Adrian!

"Adrian, are you sick? What kind of lunacy is this, showing up in the dead of night?"

The door opened, and Serena was already shouting angrily.

Wyatt was in a great mood.

Serena saw who was outside and froze, "Wyatt, so... sorry, I thought it was..."

"It’s fine."

Wyatt smiled graciously, "Anyway, you weren’t cursing me, Sis, I’m not mad!"

He ruffled his hair to see if it was messy.

Serena glanced back at the clock hanging in the dim nightfall, then turned to ask Wyatt, "Why are you here at this hour? Did something happen?"

"No..."

Wyatt shook his head, filled with righteous indignation, "Sis, I’m here to report someone!"

???

Serena was taken aback, "Report who?"

"I ran into Adrian at the bar."

Wyatt said solemnly, "Their private room was full of people, they called over many female escorts, and I even heard his friends calling out ’little sister-in-law,’ asking why Adrian didn’t bring his girlfriend along."

"So what?"

Serena was even more puzzled, "What does this have to do with me?"

???

!!!

Wyatt paused.

Yes, he was there to add fuel to the fire!

He originally had prepared plenty of exaggerated and inciting words.

But with Serena’s one retort, Wyatt suddenly felt there was no need to say them.

Before Wyatt figured out how to naturally end this conversation and for each to return to their bed.

He felt a weight on his head.

Serena patted his head, "Well, go back to sleep, I know you’re good to Sis!"

A little person inside stomped madly: She patted my head!!!

Another little person looked puzzled: Does she think I’m like 2S??? Or really sees me as a brother?

Wyatt had an inscrutable expression.

Serena yawned and waved her hand, "I can barely keep my eyes open, Wyatt, you better go back... Good night!"

"Good night!"

He suddenly felt all his anger from the past few hours was for nothing.

With a great mood, Wyatt’s voice was cheerful as he turned and leisurely went upstairs.

After a night’s sleep, daylight brightened outside the window.

Wyatt felt something was off!

How could two matters be muddled together?

Serena indeed didn’t care about Adrian’s regret.

But it was an undeniable fact that Adrian ate his noodles and played with his pet!!!

He made a call to the property management, exuding the intimidating aura of a young boss waking up in anger, "Is there a more luxurious commercial-residential apartment in Aethelgard than The Serenity Apartments?"

The property management person on the other end trembled, not knowing when the big boss’s undercover visit occurred, "No!"

"Then may I ask, why can non-residents come and go freely like it’s a market?"

"... I will immediately hold a meeting and ensure rectifications by noon today, rest assured, President Hawthorne!"

Wyatt felt satisfied after hanging up the phone.

He picked up his phone and sent a message to Serena on WeChat.

[Sis, do I deserve a lunch?]

Serena replied quickly.

After a string of ellipses indicating speechlessness, she said, [I’m just about to make lunch, come on down!]

Wyatt quickly dressed and began to wash up.

Three minutes later, he rang Serena’s doorbell.

"Wyatt, come in yourself, I can’t open the door."

The faint voice from inside echoed, and Wyatt’s lips curled into a devastatingly charming smile.

This is Serena’s home.

But he had the password, fingerprint, and face recognition.

Does Adrian have these?

No!!!

Wyatt looked down, and the touch screen automatically lit up.

Buzz!

Facial recognition completed, the door opened in response.

Wyatt strolled inside in a relaxed manner.

2S meowed and darted towards him.

Just as Wyatt leaned down to scoop it up, his arm paused.

The image of Adrian petting 2S flashed in his mind, and Wyatt looked at 2S with disdain: You’re dirty, don’t you know?

2S did not know.

All it knew was that its favorite Wyatt, who loved to play with it, didn’t want to bother with it today.

"Meow, meow..."

2S turned around in anxiety.

Wyatt put his hands in his pockets and strolled over to the kitchen.

Serena was kneading dough, her sleeves rolled up high, and both hands covered in flour.

Seeing Wyatt, Serena casually said, "I’m planning to make pancakes for lunch, want some?"

"Anything you make, I love to eat!"

Wyatt replied and just as he was about to sit down, he remembered that Adrian had sat there before, his body stiffened, and he stood up again, "Sis, do you mind if I change the dining table and chairs?"

???

"Why?"

Serena looked confused.

Wyatt replied calmly, "Nothing, suddenly don’t like the cream color!"

But the thing is, this house belongs to me.

This dining table...

Oh right, the young master comes over every day for dinner.

He’s so picky, not just with food but with things too.

He has his own unique aesthetic!

I just don’t know when his aesthetic changed.

"Let’s improvise for now..."

Serena continued kneading dough without looking up, "Once I’m done with lunch, I’ll pick out a new set. What color do you like? Black? Or white?"

"You focus on your pancakes..."

Wyatt gestured with his chin for Serena to continue, and turned to make a phone call.

The sizzling sound of pancakes echoed, followed by the doorbell.

Two groups arrived in succession.

The first group took away the protesting 2S.

Wyatt helplessly stepped forward to console it, "You’re dirty, you know? Come back when you’re clean! Be good..."

2S’s meows disappeared behind the closing elevator doors.

The second group took away the dining table and chairs, then installed a new set.

Serena glanced back.

Hmm.

Perfectly matched the young master’s obsessive personality traits.

Exactly the same brand.

Exactly the same style.

Only the color changed from cream to pure white.

The person in charge of the install was Ian.

As if everything was under control, Ian didn’t utter a sound.

Before leaving, like a magic trick, he produced a bouquet of red roses and placed them in the Baccarat Crystal Vase on the dining table.

The gentle sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the transparent Baccarat vase emitting bright rays, casting sparkling wave-like patterns on the table.

The blooming red roses were vibrant and captivating, intoxicating to the senses.

Wyatt tossed Ian a faintly appreciative glance.

Ian slightly nodded: Wishing Boss and Ms. Sinclair a pleasant weekend!

The pot lid lifted.

The sizzling sound of pancakes echoed.

The aroma spread out.

"Wait a minute..."

As Serena was about to plate a pancake with a spatula, Wyatt urgently stopped her, "Did Adrian touch this plate?"

Wyatt remembered clearly.

Last night Serena sent him a picture of her dinner table, four dishes and two bowls of noodles, the plates holding the dishes were the same ones Serena was planning to use for the pancakes.

Serena was confused.

Used it?

Or... didn’t use it?

The plates at home are from the same set, and last night Adrian ate everything himself and left.

The leftover dishes and noodles, she didn’t touch them and threw them away, putting the bowls and plates in the dishwasher.

After a night, all the plates and cutlery in the dishwasher were sparkling clean.

How would she know which ones Adrian used?

"You, come here..."

Pointing at one of the swift movers, Wyatt gestured towards the cupboard, "Replace all bowls, plates, chopsticks, spoons..."

???

Serena stopped, completely puzzled.

Send the cat for a bath.

Change the dining table and chairs.

Now to replace all her family’s dinnerware.

Why did she have a feeling... Wyatt was using this as an excuse?