Yvonne Sutton followed Wyatt Shaw downstairs, all the way to the door. Seeing Chad Miller rush ahead, not even bothering to take off his apron and gripping a tire iron in his hand, she grew even more worried.
Mrs. Miller, however, seed used to it. Holding Dottie, she chased after them and shouted, "Chad Miller, co right back after you’re done fighting! I can’t manage here by myself!"
Yvonne Sutton took Dottie and told Mrs. Miller to get back to work.
"David Sutton has a transportation team. He and the other teams all haul goods from the freight yard. Sotis, when work is scarce, they fight over jobs. It’s nothing serious," Mrs. Miller said.
But hearing that only made Yvonne Sutton more worried.
Mrs. Miller smiled. "If Chad Miller went alone, I’d actually be worried. But with Wyatt Shaw going along, I’m not. He really knows his limits and won’t let things get out of hand."
Yvonne Sutton nodded. Just then, Dottie started to fuss in her arms, likely out of boredom.
"I’ll take Dottie outside to play for a bit."
A custor called for Mrs. Miller. She answered, then turned back to Yvonne Sutton. "The food’s ready?"
"I’ll wait for Wyatt to co back to eat."
"Alright then."
After saying that, Mrs. Miller hurried off to attend to her custors.
Yvonne Sutton walked outside with little Dottie in her arms. The small alley was quite lively, with vendors selling all sorts of things.
Following the alley to its end led to Aethelgard University. From outside the iron fence, she could see the university’s soccer field and the library in the distance. To the west of the library was their dical school.
"Yay! Yay!" Dottie bounced excitedly in her arms upon seeing people play on the soccer field.
Yvonne Sutton lifted the little one higher so he could see more clearly.
It was lunchti, and many students were coming over to pick up their takeout orders.
She suddenly rembered that one of her dorm mates loved the dumplings from The Lucky Spoon. She would often call to place an order and then co by to pick it up ten minutes or so later.
One ti, her roommate placed an order and then got invited out for a al, so she asked Yvonne to pick it up and eat it for her.
"Their dumplings are amazing. You have to try them."
Yvonne Sutton rarely ate takeout. Because Vincent Reed didn’t like it, she had taught herself how to cook. She would run back and forth to his rented apartnt every day to make him als, grabbing a bite for herself while she was at it.
Her studies at dical school were demanding enough, yet she was also acting as Vincent Reed’s maid. ’How was I not exhausted back then?’
That ti, Vincent Reed happened to be on a business trip, so she didn’t need to return to the rented apartnt to cook for him and agreed to pick up her roommate’s takeout. She rembered the delivery person was a girl with short hair. The reason the mory was so vivid was that the girl had injuries on her face.
"Do you need help treating that?" she had asked kindly.
But the girl shot her a glare. "Do you Aethelgard U students just love pitying people?"
"I’m not," Yvonne Sutton said, shaking her head.
"Hmph. What’s so great about you, anyway."
The girl shoved the food container at her and stord off in a huff.
Yvonne Sutton was left completely bewildered, but thinking back on it now, those dumplings really were delicious. They were the three-delicacy kind, each one plump, fragrant, and not at all greasy. She later ordered the sa three-delicacy dumplings from The Lucky Spoon herself, but they just didn’t taste the sa.
Kids are just like that. One mont they’re bouncing with excitent, and the next, they let out a yawn and are ready for a nap.
Yvonne Sutton headed back, holding little Dottie. The custors at the outdoor tables had mostly left, and an employee was clearing the tables. Mrs. Miller was delivering a plate of dumplings to a private room, and when she ca out and saw her son had fallen asleep, she took him from Yvonne Sutton’s arms and carried him upstairs.
A short while later, Mrs. Miller ca back downstairs. Seeing Yvonne Sutton wiping a table, she quickly took over.
"Dr. Sutton, this is dirty work. You can’t be doing this."
"It’s fine. I cook, do the dishes, and wipe the tables at ho, too."
"Doesn’t Wyatt Shaw do any of it?"
"Ah, he does too."
In truth, she was thinking of the past. Back when she was with Vincent Reed, she was the one who did all the chores.
"Let tell you, you can’t spoil a man." Mrs. Miller efficiently wiped the table clean, then leaned in close to Yvonne Sutton and whispered, "I’m telling you, Wyatt Shaw is an amazing cook. Have him do the cooking from now on."
"I’ve had the seafood noodles he made. They were delicious."
"Right? He used to work as a cook here for ."
A thought occurred to Yvonne Sutton, and she asked, "Does he know how to make three-delicacy dumplings, then?"
"They’re his specialty!" Mrs. Miller went on to say that when Wyatt Shaw was studying abroad, he would co help out at their place during school breaks instead of going ho. The dumplings he made were so good that after he went back to school, Chad Miller couldn’t replicate the flavor and even got chewed out by the Aethelgard U students for it.
"So it really was him." Yvonne Sutton now truly felt that fate worked in mysterious ways. "Oh, right. Back then, there was also a girl with short hair helping out at your restaurant, wasn’t there?"
She had only ntioned it casually, but upon hearing this, Mrs. Miller’s expression suddenly changed.
"You know... you know about Candice Abbott?"
"So that was her na, Candice Abbott. I ordered dumplings from your restaurant once, and she was the one who delivered them."
"Oh, I see. I thought Wyatt Shaw might have ntioned her to you." At this, Mrs. Miller sighed. "She... she’s passed away."
Mrs. Miller didn’t seem to want to talk much about Candice Abbott, so Yvonne Sutton didn’t press the issue.
After waiting a while longer, Wyatt Shaw and Chad Miller finally returned. With them was a tall, sturdy-looking man. All three had injuries on their faces, but they were all smiling.
Wyatt Shaw was carrying sothing in the front of his shirt, and he ran over as soon as he saw her at the entrance.
"I picked so winter jujubes for you. They’re really sweet."
Yvonne Sutton took a couple of steps forward and saw that Wyatt Shaw’s shirt was indeed full of winter jujubes. Each one was as big as a walnut, bright red and looking deliciously fresh.
Chad Miller tossed the tire iron aside and pointed at Wyatt Shaw with a laugh. "You have no idea how infuriating this guy is. He beats the crap out of soone, and then as we’re leaving, he insists on following the guy ho to pick his jujubes."
Wyatt Shaw grinned. "Hey, one thing at a ti. He was actually pretty happy to have ."
"What gave you the idea he was happy to have you?"
"He smiled."
"Damn it, that smile was uglier than crying."
Mrs. Miller brought over a tal basin for Wyatt Shaw to put the winter jujubes in.
Once the jujubes were in the basin, Wyatt Shaw presented them to Yvonne Sutton as if showing off a treasure.
"I’ll go wash them for you."
Yvonne Sutton had him put the jujubes down. Then she turned his face toward hers and examined his injuries carefully. "Let take care of your wounds first."
"It’s nothing, just a few scratches."
"They still need to be treated."
Wyatt Shaw didn’t argue. "Alright, whatever you say."
The first-aid kit was upstairs, and Wyatt Shaw pulled her along with him. While she was treating his wounds, Yvonne Sutton had been bending over, but Wyatt Shaw pulled her down to sit on his lap.
Treating his wounds in this position, their thoughts soon strayed from the task at hand.
"It would be such a sha for a face like this to get even a little scratched." Her mind was already hazy after his barrage of kisses.
"You like my face?"
"I do."
"Then I’ll warn them next ti not to aim for the face."
Yvonne Sutton laughed at his words. "Is that sothing you can negotiate?"
"Sure. We’ll just set so ground rules before we fight, to keep things from getting too heated."
When they ca down from the second floor, Chad Miller and David Sutton had already started drinking.
Wyatt Shaw led Yvonne Sutton over and they exchanged introductions with David Sutton.
David Sutton seed to hold so prejudice against her, offering only a curt greeting. But when he heard that she and Wyatt had already registered their marriage, he suddenly stood up, kicked the chair behind him, and stord off.
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