CHAPTER 98: CHAPTER 98: SERENA SINCLAIR, LOOK AT ME!

The gentle breeze lifted the snow-white curtains, bringing a breath of freshness, yet it couldn’t take away the heat lingering inside the room.

The radiant morning light streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the room bright.

Bright enough for her to clearly see the longing deep in his eyes.

This was the first time Serena Sinclair looked at Wyatt Hawthorne this clearly, this brightly.

He was no longer the obedient junior who called her senior.

Nor did he exhibit the harmless demeanor of calling her "sister" as he did in the past.

Wyatt, who fiercely kissed her, was like a leopard hunting prey, his arched back forming a sharp line.

"Serena, look at me!"

Feather-soft kisses landed on Serena’s eyes as Wyatt’s voice turned hoarse, "It’s daytime now, I haven’t been drinking, and neither have you... You need to see clearly what I’m doing, remember?"

Serena was mortified to the extreme.

She reached out to cover his lips, trying to stop him from speaking.

Her palm felt cool.

Wyatt turned his head and bit her finger lightly, then grabbed her wrist and hung it around his neck.

In the deepening autumn morning, the room was filled with the warmth of spring.

When everything was over, footsteps echoed down the hallway.

She glanced at her phone and couldn’t help but cover her face.

Thinking it would only take a little while, yet, it had been several hours?

"Get out..."

Serena nudged Wyatt with her foot and teased, "Snow will definitely come to ask me to eat soon, and we’ll head back in the afternoon! What if someone discovers you here?"

"Don’t worry..."

He held her even tighter and wouldn’t let go.

Wyatt grabbed his phone and typed a message against her chest.

[@Project Design Department Claire Carson, Senior, I’m heading back first! Have a great time! I’ll give Senior Sinclair a ride home on the way!]

Claire Carson replied in seconds, [President Hawthorne, have a safe journey! Thank you, President!]

After Claire Carson, the whole work chat followed suit.

A screen full of thanks to President Hawthorne.

Serena sighed in relief.

Not forgetting to taunt him, "You seem to have quite a few seniors. Just in the project design department, there are two. Any in other departments?"

"Sister..."

Wyatt tossed aside his phone, "There are many Aethelgard University graduates in Hawthorne Corporation, I don’t know how many. But the ones I acknowledge are only you and Claire Carson. Don’t you know why Claire Carson can be my senior?"

Serena wanted to coyly say she didn’t know, but she couldn’t.

When she woke up again, it was evening.

Serena felt she could eat a whole cow, she was so hungry.

There was emptiness beside her; she didn’t need to turn around to feel that Wyatt had gone.

Serena sat in a daze, with an inexplicable sense of loss in her heart.

Thinking she was the one who suggested being an underground lover in secret.

Realizing he just up and left after putting on his pants, also the one feeling lost.

Serena, what do you really want...

"Sister..."

Wyatt’s voice, smiling, interrupted Serena’s thoughts.

Serena turned over to see Wyatt already dressed neatly.

White shirt, black trousers, Wyatt leaned back on the sofa with his long legs crossed.

On his lap was a laptop, but she didn’t know what he was looking at.

"Were you looking for me?"

He had noticed the hesitation when Serena leaned back.

He also saw the momentary silence when Serena hadn’t turned over.

Wyatt put aside the computer and approached.

He knelt on one knee on the bed, leaned over, and kissed Serena, "Well, here I am!"

He’s really too good at this!!!

Her heart was pounding rapidly, but Serena stubbornly refused to admit it, "I wasn’t looking for you! I just wanted to confirm if you’re the kind of jerk who runs after sleeping!"

"Now, are you certain?"

Wyatt smiled and stood up, his thumb grazing Serena’s lips, "Shall we get up and go to the restaurant to eat? Or should I have them bring the food here and we eat in the room?"

Serena felt there was no difference.

Whether she went to the restaurant to have dinner with Wyatt, getting seen.

Or they ate in the room, attempting to cover the ears of that elephant.

The result was the same.

Who knows, she might not have even had a bite of food before everyone at The Springs Resort learned the big boss had spent the whole day in her room.

"Let’s eat in the room... your room."

Serena sighed in resignation, waving her hand to shoo him away, "You go first, I’ll come up to find you later!"

Knowing Serena needed to shower and change clothes.

Wyatt picked up his phone and laptop and left.

Before leaving, he teased Serena, "Sister, kicking me out after sleeping, how is this different from being a jerk who lifts her skirt and doesn’t acknowledge it?"

???

"I..."

Buzz!

The door locked shut.

Remembering Wyatt said the room was soundproof, Serena swallowed her words.

After showering and looking in the mirror, Serena momentarily blacked out.

Neck, chest...

Ambiguous strawberry marks were nearly forming a chain.

There was even a shallow bite mark on her waist.

Serena:...

Is he a dog?

Knowing they’d be soaking in the hot springs, she’d only brought skincare products, no makeup, not even concealer.

Then remembering they’d drive home after dinner, Serena comforted herself, changed her clothes, and went upstairs.

The door was open, no need for the doorbell.

When Serena entered, the dining table was filled with exquisite dishes, and the air was fragrant.

Wyatt was on the phone.

Judging from his expression, the person on the other end wasn’t of low status; Wyatt didn’t look pleased, but held his temper while speaking, "... I said we won’t meet, and it stays that way!"

"Grandfather..."

With that one word, Serena knew who was on the other side.

Even her breathing became a bit more restrained.

Signaling Serena to start eating, Wyatt casually spoke into the phone, "Do you know the oldest living person in the Guinness World Records lived to 117 years? I’m counting on you to beat her, make Hawthorne Corporation’s stock price soar! Push on, and try harder, will you?"

Wyatt moved the phone away, only after a few seconds did he place it back to his ear.

Then he hung up with a shaking chuckle.

Returning to the table, he wiped his hands with a hot towel while teasing Serena, "What, if I hadn’t spoken up, were you planning to communicate spiritually with the Australian lobster for how long?"

"Just wanted to enjoy it together with you..."

Serena picked up her chopsticks and put a succulent lobster claw on Wyatt’s plate.

Wyatt raised an eyebrow, "Just enjoy the blessings together, nothing else?"

What else?

Serena looked over, "With the Hawthorne family’s wealth, wouldn’t it be presumptuous to say I’ll share the hard times?"

"No sincerity!"

Pinching Serena’s cheek, Wyatt was in a good mood, "Alright!... If I truly face trouble, you run fast and hide far, I’ll handle it myself! But remember, you promised to share the blessings with me."

"Serena..."

Wyatt lifted Serena’s chin, staring directly into her eyes, "When I’m without trouble, you need to stay by my side, and always accompany me! Got it?"

Serena paused.

Always?

She didn’t even have the courage to appear openly beside him.

Being together all the time?

How is that possible?

"Alright, alright, noted..."

Feeling scorched by the burning passion in Wyatt’s eyes.

Serena lowered her head, focusing on tackling the lobster he’d served her.

Seeing her perfunctory response, Wyatt sighed inwardly.

Turning back, he noticed the WeChat message that had arrived on his phone.

[The Old Man: Tomorrow at noon, 11 o’clock, South River Pavilion. If you don’t come, prepare to come back and collect me!]