Chapter 539 That Night, in the Snow
After being rejected <i>by </i>yet another hotel, Yunice kept walking, hoping to stumble upon a 24–hour ce where she could rest for the night.
She wouldn’t go to Paul–he’d try something
She couldn’t turn to Margaret either–Margaret had just divorced Jensen and was overseas at the time.
She racked her brain but couldn’t think of a single person who could help her.
Then, behind her, a pair of headlights lit up the snowy street–illuminating her entire back.
She turned and squinted, the brightness forcing her eyes nearly shut.
When she made out the license te–perfectly sequential numbers–her heart jumped.
In Silverburgh, only socialites drove cars with tes like that.
<b>And </b>after what <b>had </b>happened on the <b>ship </b>with those socialites, Yunice instinctively turned and ran, terrified she’d fall into their <b>hands </b>again.
But the snow made the roads slippery. She lost her footing and tumbled into a deep roadside <b>ditch</b>. Snow poured into her cor and pant legs, instantly sending chills through her body.
Scrambling to her feet, she looked up at the road above. The car had stopped. Its headlights illuminated a long stretch of icy pavement.
The car door opened. A man leaned over, holding an umbre, and called down, “Miss, are you okay?”
His voice <b>was </b>filled with concern. An older man.
He rummaged through the car and turned on shlight, shining it down toward her. Yunice shielded her eyes with her arm.
The man nced at the steepness of the ditch. “<b>That’s </b>a deep one–and with all this snow, you’re not gonna climb out on your own
Then he pulled a climbing rope from his trunk and tossed it down. “Grab the rope, youngdy: I’ll pull
you up.
Yunice didn’t move. She didn’t trust him. Those socialites were <b>good </b>at ying tricks. How could she be sure this man didn’t have others in the car waiting to trap her?
“If you don’te up<b>, </b>you’re going to freeze down there,” he said gently. “Tell you what..”
He <b>tossed </b>his cellphone down to her. “Use it to call the police. At least that way you’ll know I anything shady, right?”
trying
Yunice immediately picked up the phone and dialed Owen’s number.
It rang. And rang. And rang–<b>until </b>it disconnected. No one answered.
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Thest sliver of hope in her eyes disappeared. She epted reality and called the police.
After that, she finally grabbed the rope and let the man pull her <i>up</i>.
As soon as she reached the top, he draped a suit jacket over her shoulders. It was still <b>warm</b><b>. </b>Ice–cold and wary. Yunice shrank away from him, eyes filled with suspicion.
The man patiently told her to stay on the call with the emergency line. That way, she could ask for help at any time if she felt <b>unsafe</b>.
That night, forgotten by her own family, Yunice didn’t freeze to death. A stranger saved her.
Even now, thinking <b>back </b>on it, she still felt deeply <b>moved</b>. She looked up slightly and said, “Yeah. A man helped me <b>that </b>night. He even gave me his jacket. I never got the chance to return it…”
Wyatt looked at her <b>with </b><b>a </b>tenderness that reached deep into his chest “What kind of man?”
She thought for a moment. “His hair was a bit <b>gray</b>,bed into a neat side part. He stood tall, straight- backed. <b>And </b>his smile–it was so kind. When he spoke, he reminded me of my dad. Calm, steady, like nothing could shake him. Always optimistic.”
She continued, “After dropping me off at a hotel, he gave me his phone. Said when I got scared, I could go online to distract myself. I asked if I could return it, and he gave me a number. But when I called the next day, it was disconnected.”
She turned her head to look at Wyatt. A faint smile tugged at her lips. “I’ve always been grateful to him.”
When the world abandoned me, he didn’t
She set down her fork and left the dining room for her room.
Wyatt remained in his chair, staring at the spot where she had just been. He didn’t move for a long time.
In the bathroom, Yunice rinsed her eyes with cold water before beginning her nightly routine.
When someone lives too long in the shadows, even the smallest ray of light can feel blinding.
Years had passed, and Yunice had learned to depend only on herself. Sleeping alone scared her. Made her feel lonely. But she still preferred it.
In a world of one, there <b>was </b>no betrayal.
The next morning, Wyatt knocked on Elianna’s <b>door</b><b>. </b>
She opened it slowly, wearing a frog–eyed sleep headband. Her face was puffy and swoll she mumbled, “Wyatt, what’s going on..”
“I’m giving you a ride to work, Wyatt said.
Elianna grumbled, “Wyatt, you must still be dreaming. When have I ever had a job?”
“You said you were applying at a design firm.”
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Head still against the doorframe, she mumbled, “Just go to work, Wyatt. I promise not to bully Yurare. You think I could outsmart her even if I wanted to.”
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