Chapter 151 Who’s Sleeping in Wyatt’s Bed?
Yunice narrowed her eyes slightly, a faint smile tugging at her lips. So there really is ady of the house, huh?
Jordan hadn’t realized he’d just walked into a trap.
Finished
He said, “Take today for example–when you said you wanted to bury Paul in cash, didn’t Wyatt end up on the exact same page?”
That was true; going through all those <b>steps </b>did take time. Wyatt couldn’t have seen iting–he really had just ended up on the <b>same </b>page <b>as </b><b>Yunice</b>.
Still, it was just a coincidence. It didn’t prove anything.
Yunice moved into the room Jordan had arranged for her. After he left, the entire castle went quiet.
The room had everything she might need for daily life. After making sure there weren’t any cameras installed, Yunice took a shower and carefully cleaned up every strand of fallen <b>hair</b>.
She didn’t touch any of the skincare products or face masks in the cab. Since this ce had ady of the house, she figured she’d better have some self–awareness and try not to stir up any drama.
Her marriage to Wyatt was just for show; no need to make the real woman of the house ufortable.
She pulled a medicated oil from her bag and rubbed at the bruises the flying cash had left on her body. After that, she dabbed ointment onto the scar on her face.
Looking in the mirror, the scar had already faded quite a bit; a quick touch–up with powder would make it nearly invisible.
Once she was done, Yunice crawled into bed in her pajamas. As she tugged the nket over herself, she found herself wondering why the whole room was done up in ck, white, and gray.
Even the nket was made of silvery–<b>gray </b>silk.
Probably bought <b>as </b>a set, she figured, not thinking much of it. Before falling asleep, Yunice gave <b>Gill </b>a quick call
Gill had already returned to Maplevale Estate. Just thinking about the revenge on Elsie earlier that day <b>had </b>her too giddy to sleep.
Yunice, on the other hand, wasn’t quite as cheerful
Elsie feared Wyatt–not <b>her</b>. Using that leverage worked, but Yunice knew she’d have to put in a lot more effort on her own.
What frustrated her the most was that she hadn’t used today’s incident to get the Yun family’s house. She’d let them catch a breath.
Elsie
clung to <b>Paul </b>like a lifeline, giving the Yun <b>family </b>a solid pir of support
Still, there <b>was </b>no rush. If Owen was already desperate enough to consider selling the house, that only meant Yun General <b>Hospital </b>was running red lights all the way <b>down </b>the line.
She still had <b>a </b>shot.
Ms. Saunders, are you sleeping over at Mr. Cooper’s <b>ce </b>tonight? Gill asked in a teasing tone.
Yunice responded dryly. “You really hope I’m gettingid that badly?”
Gill burst outughing. “Come on, Mr. Cooper’s not <b>bad</b>–looking–you wouldn’t be losing out.”
Yunice said, “He’s already <b>got </b>someone. I’m not even allowed to touch him<b>.</b><b>” </b>
Chapter 151 Who’s Sleeping in Wyatt’s Bed?
She dropped the Wyatt topic quickly.
Switching gears, she said. “By the way, Ms. Saunders, Taylor’s meds are almost out. Time to start <b>round </b>two.”
Yunice let out a sleepy hum, her voice drifting off like a breeze.
Today had drained her; lying in afortable bed made it even harder <b>to </b><b>stay </b>awake.
Finished
Gill could hear the <b>fatigue </b>in her voice and hung up. Yunice fell asleep with her phone tucked under her pillow, sleeping <b>like </b>a baby.
Even in her dreams, sh
her…
wasn’t idle. She dreamed someone was on top of her, slipping a hand under the covers and kissing
In her sleep, Yunice arched a brow. Am I about to get my period or something? Why the heck am I dreaming about this stuff? Let’s see who the male lead is…
In her <b>dream</b><b>, </b>Yunice opened her eyes
She saw a figure leaning over her, the scent of perfume thick in the air. A sultry voice whispered in her ear. “Wyatt, aren’t you lonely?”
Yunice shoved the person off her in an instant.
“Ahhh!” came as <b>voice </b>as the girl tumbled right off the bed.
Yunice sat up and flipped on the light.
Instant daylight.
The <b>girl </b>sat on the carpet, shielding her eyes from the sudden brightness, whining, “Wyatt, it’s me!”
<b>Yunice </b>grabbed a <b>pillow </b>and hugged it like a weapon. “Open your eyes and take a good look at who I am!”
As soon as Yunice spoke, the girl on the floor went quiet. She moved her hand away from her face and locked eyes with Yunice for three solid seconds.
“Ahhh<b>” </b>
The <b>scream </b>
nearly burst Yunice’s eardrums.
Covering her ears, Yunice watched as the girl scrambled to her feet, frantically searched the bed, then darted into the bathroom. When she couldn’t find any trace of Wyatt, she ran out the door.
“Wyatt! There’s an intruder in the house!”
The girl’s panicked yelling echoed from the hallway. Yunice quickly <b>put </b>on her slippers and straightened out her clothes
Wyatt would probably show up any <b>second </b>now.
She sat calmly at the edge of the bed, waiting. She figured this girl <b>was </b>probably Wyatt’s lover. Once he showed up, she’d have to exin their rtionship clearly.