A lengthy piece brimming with enthusiasm.
Along with a long line of exclamation marks.
Wyatt Hawthorne didn’t see it clearly, he only noticed the phrase "whether it’s a young wolfdog or a puppy, catch one and have fun first."
He glanced at the snoring 2S nestled in Serena Sinclair’s arms and frowned, "Do you want to have a dog?"
"..."
Serena shook her head, "No, no."
Wyatt looked at Serena suspiciously, "Let make it clear, if you want to get a dog, you have to return 2S to !"
???
What do you an return it!
2S is hers, okay?
Besides, this dog is not that dog!
Serena mumbled, "I definitely won’t be getting a dog!"
Whether it’s a wolfdog or a puppy, she won’t be considering any in the short term.
Work is smooth.
Life is content.
She is quite satisfied with her current state.
Adding another man into the mix, just for a fleeting mont of pleasure, isn’t worth it!
Checking the ti, it’s two in the afternoon.
Serena turned to Wyatt, "Aren’t you... going back?"
Wyatt was lounging on the beanbag by the window, playing a ga.
Amidst the clashing sounds of swords in the ga, he lazily said, "Dinner’s soon, no point in running back and forth."
Serena: ...
Considering the distance upstairs and downstairs, going out and coming back in wouldn’t even take a minute.
Serena really wanted to ask Wyatt, what exactly do you misunderstand about "traveling back and forth"?
But since she didn’t feel uncomfortable with his presence, Serena decided to let him be.
She gossiped with Una Hutton about her persistent admirer.
Then chatted with Clara Lynch about new restaurants and the best nail artists around.
Serena didn’t even know when she fell asleep.
When she woke up, the sky was near sunset.
A light blanket from the sofa covered her, with her phone resting on the coffee table.
Turning around, Wyatt was asleep in the beanbag.
The golden sunset cast an orange-red hue over Wyatt and the 2S curled in his arms.
The young, handso man’s profile was strikingly handso.
Gone was the aloofness from work.
Gone were the arrogance and unruliness he showed to others.
At a glance, he seed incredibly well-behaved.
Very much like the puppy type that Clara had ntioned.
Realizing she was making comparisons between Wyatt and Clara’s implications, Serena snapped back to her senses.
Her phone dinged, and Serena grabbed it, only to realize it wasn’t hers.
Wyatt also woke up from the beanbag.
He glanced at his phone and then turned to Serena, "Sis, let’s not cook tonight. Let’s eat out."
Wyatt waved his phone, "Brandon invited us to dinner at his place."
"President Thorne?"
Serena instinctively refused, "I’m not going."
The small gathering at Hillcrest Villa previously could still be chalked up to professional context.
But this ti, it’s at Brandon Thorne’s ho, much more personal.
Wyatt attending is natural.
It’s not appropriate for her to go.
"Brandon’s wife is also in architecture, and they’ve invited a few industry friends. They said... to chat about the Syburg project. Are you sure you don’t want to go?"
With what Wyatt said, Serena was torn.
He texted Brandon Thorne, saying he’d bring Serena over.
Wyatt stood up to persuade her, "Sis, co on... just think of it as doing a favor by being my designated driver, alright?"
At a gathering among familiar people, surely there would be so drinking involved.
If they were to call for a driver, it would take ti; she and Wyatt lived in the sa neighborhood, so going with him ant she could make so industry connections and conveniently bring Wyatt back.
Clearly, the latter was very enticing.
After hesitating for a while, Serena nodded, "Alright!"
She went back to her room to change clothes and purposely went to her study.
When she ca out, she was holding a long rectangular box.
Wyatt’s eyes were appraising, "A gift?"
Uh...
"Sort of!"
Serena smiled, "It’s my first visit; I shouldn’t go empty-handed!"
With that said, as the car headed towards Brandon Thorne’s ho, upon seeing a flower and fruit shop, Serena still asked Wyatt to stop by the curb.
She got out of the car, picked a bouquet of tulips, and bought a case of strawberries and cherries.
Wyatt sat in the driver’s seat, watching Serena’s attention to etiquette, and his smile deepened.
The Maybach parked in front of The Thorne Family villa, and as soon as the car turned off, the door opened.
Brandon Thorne ca out holding a little girl in his arms.
His wife, Mrs. Thorne, followed with a gentle, lovely smile, "Wyatt, Serena..."
"Sis-in-law, long ti no see! ... Twinkle, did you miss ?"
Wyatt greeted them, then took the fruit gift box out of the trunk.
With one hand loosely around Serena, he led her inside.
anwhile, he introduced, "President Thorne, you t him at the house last ti. This is sis-in-law..."
Calling her "sis" risked making her feel old.
Calling her by her na, she didn’t know what it was.
Calling her "Mrs. Thorne" seed too formal.
Serena looked to Wyatt for help, but he was busy teasing the little girl in Brandon’s arms.
Without delay, Serena handed the flowers to Mrs. Thorne, "Sis-in-law..."
"Thank you! I love tulips the most... Serena, thank you!"
Though it was their first eting, she seed very easy to get along with at first glance.
Serena breathed a sigh of relief.
Dinner was a ho-cooked al, with just Brandon, his family of three, and Serena and Wyatt.
Not long after the al, the doorbell rang several tis, bringing several people over.
So she had t at the previous Hillcrest Villa gathering.
Others she hadn’t t, but their nas were well-known in the industry.
In the living room, so were sitting or standing, while others sat on the carpet, playing with Twinkle and chiming into conversations.
Everyone was enjoying themselves.
Among the group, Twinkle liked Serena the most, clinging to her neck to whisper, "Pretty auntie, are you Uncle Wyatt’s girlfriend?"
"No..."
Serena shook her head, quickly glancing at Wyatt, Brandon, and Mrs. Thorne.
Seeing no one’s attention on them, she whispered, "Uncle Wyatt and I are colleagues and neighbors."
The little girl seed confused, "But daddy said to mommy that you are Uncle Wyatt’s girlfriend!"
How should she explain to a five-year-old that a female friend and girlfriend are two different things?
Serena pondered for a mont and handed her a folded paper frog, "Let’s have a frog jumping contest, shall we?"
Sure enough, Twinkle’s attention was successfully diverted.
The gathering lasted until 10 PM.
After bidding farewell to Brandon and his wife, Serena naturally opened the driver’s door.
Wyatt looked amused.
As the car pulled away, Wyatt leisurely spoke, "Sis, didn’t you notice I was drinking juice all night?"
Uh...
Serena paused, "So... should I pull over?"
Wyatt chuckled without saying a word, seemingly delighted that she rembered his words.
While he lowered his head to text Brandon Thorne.
[Bro, help think of a reason, a legitimate reason to give her gifts!]
[... Hurry up and catch her, then you can give whatever gifts you want!]
[Don’t bring up what’s irrelevant!!! What’s the point of having you as a big brother!]
[... What do you want to give?]
[A car, a house, bags, jewelry... and my heart!]
[Enough, I’m about to puke!]
After saying he wanted to puke, Brandon sent an emoji of soone vomiting.
In the next instant, a video call rang.
What’s this about?
Does he want to vomit in front of him?
Wyatt answered the call.
Brandon’s exclamation echoed from the other side, "Serena, did you send this?"
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