If 2S was really kidnapped, Una Hutton would have called her right away as soon as she found out.
Thinking about Wyatt Hawthorne’s grand self-exposure at the company, he didn’t even shy away from Una Hutton when he took 2S.
Serena Sinclair: ...
The evil little black devil with a wicked grin stood arms crossed in front of her: Cat food, cat litter, and cat tins remained untouched; he only took away 2S. Now, there’s nothing left in Hillcrest Villa, so 2S is either owing from hunger or digging in the flowerpot ready to do its business. Are you sure you don’t want to contact him?
The haloed angel fluttered its wings back and forth in front of her forehead: That’s your baby, rember! The baby you drenched in the pouring rain but couldn’t bear to abandon! The baby that hides silently in the wall cracks of the third-floor audiovisual room, yearning for mommy when it doesn’t see you!
She went to the floor-to-ceiling window to look at the flickering neon lights outside.
Then to the study to turn on the light and look at the details of the architecture competition.
Serena Sinclair’s heart was a tangled ss.
The darker the night.
The more chaotic the heart.
In the end, Serena Sinclair couldn’t hold back, opened WeChat, and pulled Wyatt Hawthorne out of her blacklist.
[Are you there?]
When the phone lit up, Wyatt Hawthorne was having a staring contest with the vanilla cake in front of him.
The cake was freshly made half an hour ago.
He hadn’t taken it out of the fridge for more than a minute.
Took a turn to get a fork, and there it was, a clear cat paw print on top.
And the culprit cat...
Glancing at 2S, who was dipping a paw into his coffee cup and then questioning its existence after licking it.
Another glance at the lit phone screen.
Wyatt Hawthorne pointed at 2S in the air, "You owe two lives, rember!"
2S owed and skillfully scampered upstairs.
Wyatt Hawthorne unlocked his phone, snapped a picture of the cake with the cat paw print, and sent it over.
In the apartnt study, Serena Sinclair was dazed.
Not knowing whether to ask Wyatt Hawthorne, "Are you in a bad mood again?"
Or apologize first on behalf of the mischievous 2S.
Before Serena Sinclair could figure out what to say.
A new ssage popped up in the chat box.
[Serena Sinclair, I’m so hungry!]
There’s a chef at Hillcrest Villa, a Michelin-level one at that, so he shouldn’t be hungry, right?
But he is in a bad mood now!
A little sothing sweet might cheer him up?
But as you can see, your kitty ruined the cake, so his mood might be even worse now.
The little voices in her head argued back and forth.
One of them sharp as a knife.
The other retreating at every turn, utterly defeated.
Serena Sinclair couldn’t sit still any longer.
[What do you want to eat? I’ll pack it up for you.]
[Even if it’s... as a thank-you and apology gift!]
After sending the ssage, she didn’t wait for Wyatt Hawthorne’s reply.
Serena Sinclair quickly changed, rushed out, and into the elevator.
As the elevator went up and down, from the descending elevator ca Adrian Lockwood, with both hands full.
One hand holding flowers.
The other hand carrying a huge packaging box.
The pattern printed on the box was a cat climbing fra shaped like a cactus, dangling with many small toys.
Supposedly the latest model, well-loved by cats.
Adrian Lockwood had it all figured out: if Serena would only let him in, no matter how cold her expression or harsh her words, he wouldn’t talk back.
He’d assemble the cat climbing fra and place it by the wall, then leave without lingering.
After heading out, he’d tell her he had already dealt with David Sinclair.
His n knew their limits, not enough to kill David Sinclair.
Given David Sinclair’s injuries and the desolate area.
Even if he died, no one would know.
From now on, David Sinclair would no longer cause her any worries.
And as for Selene Sumrs over there...
He had already contacted the lawyer to make arrangents; there’s just over a month left, so with a little maneuvering, Selene Sumrs could co out sooner.
When that happens, he’d personally accompany her to welco Selene Sumrs ho.
If Selene was willing to return to the villa to live with them, that would be ideal.
If she wasn’t, they’d settle her in an apartnt.
He wouldn’t hurt her again!
Absolutely not!
Ding dong!
Ding dong ding dong!
The doorbell rang for a long ti, but no one ca to open the door.
Listening carefully, there were no ows to be heard.
The voice-activated lights in the hallway dimd, and not a sliver of light ca through the door crack.
Adrian Lockwood’s face froze as he looked at his phone once again.
o’clock.
By this ti, it had been five or six hours since work ended.
Serena Sinclair... still hasn’t co back?
The beautiful expectations Adrian had before arriving were shattered at this mont, and his face froze instantly.
...
The taxi smoothly entered Hillcrest Estates.
As soon as Serena Sinclair got out of the car, she saw the tall figure in front of the courtyard gate.
The moonlight draped over him from the sky, making his already handso face appear cold and stern.
Seeing her, he turned and started to walk away.
"Wyatt..."
Serena Sinclair chased after him with bags in hand.
As soon as she entered the door, Serena Sinclair froze.
Amid the soft ows, 2S ca running, creamy white paw prints stretching from the island counter right to her feet.
With a little cream stuck on its whiskers.
A closer look revealed several more paw prints on the originally one-marked creamy cake.
When she saw Wyatt Hawthorne’s photo, she thought it was staged.
But now, the sneaky cat was caught red-handed.
Serena Sinclair looked down at 2S.
2S tugged at her pant leg, "ow... "
Serena Sinclair: ...
"Serena..."
The embrace filled with the scent of fir trees wrapped around Serena from behind, "You have to take responsibility!"
"I, I will take responsibility..."
Serena nodded, turning to look at the cabinet by the entrance, "I bought cake, and even packed..."
Wyatt Hawthorne’s kiss fell on Serena’s neck.
Serena’s "sweet and sour ribs" stopped at her lips.
"Wyatt..."
She reached out to pull Wyatt Hawthorne’s hands.
But Wyatt’s arms tightened around her waist, leaving no room for escape.
His hot breath, along with his cool kiss, fell on her cheek. Wyatt turned his head slightly, biting her earlobe, "What about ?"
Serena paused.
She knew what he was asking.
But she didn’t know how to answer him.
When Wyatt said he was hungry, she even guessed at the ti that what he ant by hungry wasn’t the sa as what she understood by hungry.
But Serena couldn’t escape.
To be precise, she didn’t want to escape.
"Wyatt..."
Her heart was in chaos.
Her voice unexpectedly carried a hint of quiver.
Serena wanted to turn to look into his eyes.
But Wyatt held her frontally encased, embracing her from behind, not allowing her to move an inch.
His kiss fell on her shoulder, lightly nibbling as it left.
Wyatt turned his gaze to look at Serena’s reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window glass, "Talk!!!"
"Wyatt, I..."
Being scooped up horizontally, Serena’s mind went blank for a mont.
In the eting room when Wyatt exposed their relationship, she didn’t think about the future.
On the taxi ride to Hillcrest Villa, she thought all the way but still couldn’t figure it out.
Even if Wyatt might have so real feelings for her right now, they didn’t have a future.
Better a swift end than prolonged agony.
But she couldn’t bring herself to say those words again.
The corner lamp gradually brightened, filling the room with warm orange-yellow light.
Locked outside the master bedroom, 2S owed a few tis, then fell silent.
Serena’s heart was restless, unsettled.
"Serena, are you dead set on being a heartless woman?"
Wyatt’s fiery palm rested on her waist, and Serena could clearly feel the impending danger.
Looking up, she t the burning fire in his eyes.
Serena took a soft breath, "Then... how should I take responsibility?"
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