[1357, or 246, choose one!]
[Warning: No other options!]
[If not replied within 3 seconds, default choice is 1!]
No beginning, no end, yet Serena Sinclair understood instantly.
She hadn’t even sent a "2" before a new ssage from Wyatt Hawthorne popped up in the chat box.
[Received!]
???
What did he receive?
Separated by two floors, Wyatt seed to perceive all of Serena’s bewildernt and speechlessness at this mont.
The phone chid, and a video call started ringing.
Serena locked the door and headed to the bedroom, "What did you receive?"
"I told you, if you don’t choose within 3 seconds, the default is 1. So from now on, we have to be together on the nights of 1357."
On the video, Wyatt entered the room, his face illuminated by dim moonlight, incredibly handso and striking.
Serena changed her tune, "Then I choose 246!"
Fewer days together is better!
"Rejected!"
Wyatt rejected her decisively, "Sister, you must follow the rules, no backing out! I gave you 5 seconds, but you didn’t choose, no regrets!"
Before Serena could co up with a reasonable excuse, the cara suddenly switched.
Wyatt, in his bedroom, had already taken off his shirt, showing his face, a shoulder, and... a glimpse of his chest muscles on the cara.
"Sister, I’m going to shower, do you want to keep watching?"
???
When did she even start watching?
Feeling quite flustered, Serena abruptly hung up the call.
After showering, she lay down in bed, realizing sothing was not right.
Who said she had to choose?
How did she end up being led by him without even noticing?
She wanted to send a ssage telling him she wasn’t choosing any option.
But the soft, cloud-like bed felt warm and comforting, making her eyelids grow heavy, her hand unable to lift.
As the fluffy scale-weight settled on the quilt corner, 2S snuggled cozily in her arm.
Serena turned over and cuddled it, falling asleep instantly.
A night without dreams.
Before the alarm rang, Serena was awakened.
A cool kiss landed on her bare shoulder, startling her awake.
Turning back, Wyatt’s kisses engulfed her, marking the start of a brand new day.
"Sister..."
Deeply moved, Wyatt gazed at Serena intently, "I’m changing my mind!"
Serena’s mind went blank.
She could only think, whatever, at this mont it didn’t matter.
Wyatt protested hoarsely, "I don’t want 1357, I want every day!"
???
Is this heading towards cohabiting?
"No..."
Wanting to say no, but Wyatt didn’t give her the chance to speak.
Everything concluded.
Serena turned, burying her flushed face under the pillow.
Wyatt leaned down from behind, planting gentle kisses on her back, "If you don’t answer, I’ll take it as your agreent!"
"I didn’t!"
The voice from under the pillow buzzed.
Wyatt ignored it, pulling her closer firmly, "I’ve already humbled myself to be your secret lover, and you still can’t let make one single condition!"
Aggrieved!
More grievance!
Serena turned, glaring at him, "If it’s so aggrieving, then let’s just end this, make everyone happy!"
"Wishful thinking!"
As if he knew Serena would say this, Wyatt retorted logically, "We’ve slept together, you’ve taken advantage of , you just want to dump like that? Dream on!!!"
"As if you didn’t take advantage too!"
Serena countered.
Wyatt lowered his head, kissing her, "Exactly, we both benefited! Since it’s mutually beneficial, shouldn’t we push this forward vigorously, strive for a flawless implentation, leaving no stone unturned?"
This phrase felt strangely familiar, as if she’d heard it sowhere before.
But before Serena could recall where she’d heard it, Wyatt enveloped her in another wave of warmth.
At ten in the morning during the departnt eting, Claire Carson pointed at the Syburg new project on the PPT, her voice firm and strong, "After wrapping up your downti, everyone focus... Since we’ve secured this project, our entire design departnt should push hard, striving for flawless implentation, leaving no effort spared, no regrets!"
Voices of agreent followed.
Applause resounded.
Serena could clearly feel her ears and cheeks flush without needing a mirror.
"Serena..."
Back at her workstation, Serena drank a few sips of black coffee, barely suppressing the heat.
Then she saw Snow examining her and saying, "Indeed, we workers need a vacation! Just a couple of days, all the work fatigue vanished, you’re almost glowing!"
Really?
Serena was startled.
Snow nodded vigorously, handing her a small mirror.
The palm-sized mirror, contrasting against the bright warm sunlight outside, reflected Serena’s bright eyes and rosy skin.
Against her lively expression, as if... she really was glowing.
This was sothing she hadn’t experienced in the years past.
In the year of her marriage, she had to stretch every penny for food and other expenses.
Getting married and pregnant, tortured by early pregnancy sickness and later swelling, her complexion turned sallow.
Those subsequent years, wouldn’t even ntion.
Serena couldn’t rember the last ti she saw herself so radiant and shining.
Una Hutton texted saying she’d co over to hang out and check on 2S since she didn’t have classes this afternoon.
Serena replied with a simple "Okay."
Noticing Serena wasn’t busy, Una imdiately initiated a video call.
Once the video opened, Una curiously asked, "Did you change your phone?"
"No..."
Serena also looked puzzled, "Why?"
Una squinted her eyes in amazent, "Does the hot spring have such magical effects? I thought you turned on beautifying filter!"
After Snow, Una was the second one to say this.
Serena’s heart skipped a beat, "Well, I... I’ll tell you more when I get ho tonight."
???
Sothing’s up!!!
Her internal alarm bell rang, Una’s eyes shone brightly, "Alright, no need to explain! I get it sister!"
If past years’ Serena was all muddied and woeful.
Then post-divorce Serena could be called rejuvenated.
At this mont, Serena, one would not exaggerate to say, was a tree blossoming anew.
Even without tasting pork, have you not seen a pig run?
No need to say more about where the effect ca from.
Una just wanted to know, was it the person she guessed?
Years of friendship brought so tacit understanding, just one look from Una, it felt like she saw a screen full of question marks.
Knowing she won’t have peace until she told her.
Serena nodded, "Yes yes yes, Professor Hutton is the wisest, is this okay?"
"Ahhh..."
Screams echoed.
Footsteps and voices approached the tea room.
In haste, Serena failed to lower the volu, quickly ended the call.
Next mont, got a text from Una.
[Atta girl!!!]
[Don’t work overti today, co back for details!!!]
Serena: ...
At the sa ti, as Serena returned to her workstation.
In front of South River Pavilion, a Maybach slowly pulled over, and Wyatt got off the back seat.
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