CHAPTER 95: CHAPTER 95: SIS, DID YOU COUNT THEM ALL?

It’s dark.

Alone man and woman.

She believes they are siblings.

But can others believe it?

Especially since Miles is still a child.

"Adrian’s no good, brazenly bringing Chloe Lynch into the house, causing Miles to be laughed at and isolated by his kindergarten classmates..."

Serena Sinclair pushed Wyatt Hawthorne away and headed to the kitchen, "If he sees a man hidden in Mom’s house again, Miles’s young heart will be impacted! He’s only five..."

Adrian can heartlessly do such things.

But she can’t be like Adrian.

Her chest and chin still felt the impact of Serena’s collision.

Wyatt raised his hand to touch it, turned around slowly, and ambled along, "But back then, he even told you to go die."

Serena’s hand paused, "...Kids say the darnedest things!"

After speaking, Serena couldn’t help but turn back to ask Wyatt, "Do you think I’m too soft-hearted? Remember the sweet, forget the pain!"

Not learning from it at all!

She was desperate, cold-hearted then; seeing Miles when discharged home filled her with fury.

Wishing time could reverse, never having been pregnant with him.

But now, within two short months, it seems she’s not that angry anymore.

Especially when seeing Miles with red eyes looking at her, her cruel, heartless words just couldn’t come out.

"Not at all..."

Wyatt fiddled with the fluffy green balls in the vase, speaking as if to himself, "Mothers are naturally soft-hearted, since children come from them..."

Before finishing, his face clouded.

The atmosphere turned cold for no reason.

Serena turned back, seeing only a lonely profile.

Wyatt’s gaze was blank, clearly lost in thought, mind wandering somewhere unknown.

"Wyatt?"

The calling echoed, Wyatt snapped back to reality, "What?"

"I’m asking you, do you want noodles or soup slices?"

Serena asked standing at the open fridge door.

No appetite, Wyatt shook his head, "I don’t want to eat."

???

Serena was stunned.

Wyatt turned around, opened the door, and left.

In the kitchen, Serena was frozen.

Sent him a message, saying she’d call him down to eat when done, he replied not necessary.

Then silence.

Serena stared at her phone for a long time.

The variety show was too noisy.

The drama had neither head nor tail.

Browsing her phone, on Friday night, replies from everyone were sporadic.

Serena looked at the Nightfall outside the window, suddenly realizing habits were a scary thing.

The nights Wyatt didn’t eat dinner with her, how did she get through them alone?

Serena thought for a long time before remembering.

At that time, still living in an attic, nights spent seriously painting "Forest Cove" with the little orange lamp’s company.

Usually, neck sore from work, she’d lift her head realizing it was already late.

Then hurriedly sleep.

After moving to the apartment, Wyatt came for dinner, she’d clean the kitchen while he gamed, sometimes watched architectural documentaries together, or chatted about industry gossip.

Approaching ten o’clock, Wyatt appropriately left.

She’d shower, apply a mask, blow-dry hair, and look at her phone for a few minutes, then sleep just right.

How quickly she’s already accustomed to his presence.

He’s left just a day early, and she’s...not used to it?

Startled by her realization, Serena quickly rose to find something to do.

Opened the yoga mat and practiced yoga for half an hour.

Also packed the weekend travel bag.

Played with the cat toy with 2S.

Checked her phone again, 9 o’clock.

Serena: ...

An entire night of restless sleep, before dawn, the phone on the bedside table buzzed once.

Serena instantly woke up.

Una Hutton sent it.

[Dear, I can’t be your guest today!]

[After last night’s barbecue, almost spent the night in a close relationship with my home toilet. I won’t be going.]

[Actually, risking my life to accompany is doable, but thinking about soaking in the hot spring, you wouldn’t want your guest to socially die, right?]

[Have fun! Love you, love you!]

Serena called her.

Video connected, Una looked pale yet said she’s much better, insisting Serena shouldn’t visit her.

Reminded her to take medicine timely, call the emergency center or her at the slightest discomfort.

Serena got up to freshen up.

The team-building location, The Springs Resort, is in the outskirts of Aethelgard, department many directly arrived right after work yesterday.

When Serena arrived, almost didn’t recognize those wearing bright colors as her colleagues.

Usually at work, guys in shirts and trousers, girls in dresses or casual wear, looked totally office-like.

But at The Springs Resort, some wore hip-hop trendy brands, others in swimsuits draped with hotel room robes, ready to hit the water.

Everyone’s faces beamed with bright smiles.

The Springs Resort is vast in area, front courtyard picturesque, back hill lush green.

All day, Serena rode horses, played golf, and got pulled to fill numbers by Snow who was missing a player.

As night fell, a group of girls returned to change clothes.

Natural hot springs, categorized into single, double, and multi-person pools.

Grouped up in threes or twos, girls chatted, laughed, and played, entering their pools.

Above are stars twinkling in black velvet-like dark night sky.

Surrounded by amicable colleagues.

Even though couldn’t see others over stone walls, voices told who was who.

Beautiful scenery.

Lovely people.

Idle chatter.

Serena happily kicked the water.

At the mention of Wyatt’s name, Serena was propped against a rock sending Una a message.

Una said she’s already much better, all diarrhea symptoms gone.

Only body feels weak, urged Serena to enjoy herself and not worry about her.

"Looks like apart from us, there aren’t other guests today! Would Director Carson have booked the whole resort? That’s too extravagant!"

"You don’t know? This hot spring resort belongs to our Boss!"

"??? President Hawthorne?"

"Yeah! The boss said she chose the place and reported it, only when finance rejected the request did she find out that the Boss said, since it’s us, there’s no need for approval, just come and play!"

"For a moment, don’t know whether to envy myself or Boss!"

"Hey, do you think President Hawthorne came?"

Some said he came, since it’s his place, the boss, whether to win hearts or just to show off, would show his face.

Others said unlikely, boss being so young, must avoid subordinates finding he’s here for fun, so he wouldn’t come.

At the hot spring pool, Serena instinctively sank deeper into the water.

Logic told her that even if Wyatt came, he wouldn’t magically appear before her.

Yet, Serena felt inexplicably awkward.

He calls her sister.

She appears before him in a swimsuit.

No matter how you slice it, it’s embarrassingly toe-curling.

"Serena, not soaking anymore?"

"Not soaking anymore. I read online that staying in hot springs for too long isn’t good, about half an hour is best."

Wrapped herself in a towel, Serena felt slightly relieved.

Crossing through the corridor, she saw Wyatt approaching.

Obviously headed to the hot spring, Wyatt wore only swim trunks.

Broad shoulders.

Narrow waist.

Dim light seemed like the perfect brush, outlining distinct, defined eight-pack abs.

Body only found in Korean comics’ flower boys.

Serena quickly diverted her gaze.

Wyatt was already near, "Sis, counted clearly yet?"