The amber-colored floor lamp gradually dimmed. Silver-white moonlight spilled into the bedroom. Serena Sinclair looked up, able to see the clear side of Wyatt Hawthorne’s face. Even the moonlight seemed to favor him. The shadows from outside draped over, his nose high and his eye sockets deep. And the way he gazed at her was particularly profound and obscure. As if the calm sea surface was ready to stir with tempestuous waves. Scorching breath sprayed on Serena’s neck as Wyatt lowered his head to grind his lips against Serena’s, "I want a standing, to appear openly by your side..." Serena blurted out, "No!" Serena lowered her head to explain, "At least, not now!" The gossip on the forum had just subsided, the label of the S-named female vixen still hanging high over her head. The incident with David Sinclair at the company entrance was still fresh. Even if Wyatt genuinely cared about her. Even if she genuinely liked Wyatt. Now was not the right time to go public. It felt as if she was hastily grabbing onto him like a life-saving straw, eager to escape her entanglements. Without all that chaos, she would still like him. She liked cooking for him, seeing his brows and eyes light up with satisfaction as he ate. She liked talking to him, discussing architecture and Aethelgard University; even small chats about the flowers and plants outside the window were enjoyable. Even when he said nothing, just sitting idly on the sofa, petting a cat. Her heart was filled with subtle joy. She genuinely liked him. It was clear that her refusal had angered him. Serena released her hand from his chest and instead wrapped it around his shoulders, "Did I ever tell you that I like you?" Wyatt’s breath paused. A softness on the lips. Serena leaned up to kiss him, lightly pecking his lips in the way he loved most, "Wyatt, I like you!" "Give me some time, okay..." Wyatt’s kiss descended in waves. The air became heated in an instant. Serena’s words of comfort and apology had no chance to be spoken. As though Wyatt had already understood. And responded vigorously in his own way. The cold fir scent turned sickly sweet from the heat of their bodies. Frosty white moonlight withdrew beyond the window. Darkness pressed down, the cool white sheets warmed. When it was all over, Serena was like a fish stranded on the shore, gasping for air. Wyatt wrapped around her from behind, interlocking their fingers, "I’ll give you time, but... give me a deadline!" Her mind slowly returned to her senses. Serena pondered seriously. Wyatt seemed unsatisfied with how long she was taking, biting her shoulder, "One month, I’ll only give you one month!" What if she’s still not ready in a month? Serena turned, carefully entangling with him, "But I have to prepare for the competition during this time, I... ah!" Wyatt forced his way in, "Am I not important enough? So much so that in the 24 hours of a day, all your time is spent on work and life, with not an ounce left to consider me?" Unaware of when he had stopped calling her sister. Wyatt kissed Serena fiercely, "Do I have a place in your heart?" After confessing her feelings, it was as if a weight had been lifted from her heart. Serena felt much better, "Wyatt, my mother comes first in my heart, you come second..." "Wyatt, I really like you!" Wyatt’s kiss turned gentle. Though it was just ’like,’ he didn’t know how far from love. But compared to stopping at ’like,’ it was a million times better. In the past, she could only appear in dreams, where he could only imagine things happening on his own and didn’t dare let others know. But now, she’s right there. Within a distance reachable by leaning down. Dreams had come true. Kissing her emotionally, numbing sensations like electric currents, sliding from the brain to the tailbone. Wyatt clasped Serena’s fingers tightly, tirelessly. "Serena... Serena..." The aurora appeared, vast darkness loomed. At the far end of the sky, that call of Serena felt like a murmuring from the soul’s depths. A flash of light passed through Serena’s mind, too quickly to grasp. Then she fell into slumber. When the alarm’s buzzing vibrated, Serena laboriously found her phone to turn it off. Feeling like a car accident victim. The ache in her waist made it difficult to sit up, as if any movement would break her. Arms felt too soft to lift, like cotton threads. Even her legs seemed to have lost feeling. Turning over with difficulty, the space beside her was empty. Serena took deep breaths for a while, then got up to walk into the bathroom. Wished it were the weekend to sleep as if nothing had happened. At one in the morning, there was a WeChat message from Una Hutton, reporting she had reached home safely. She had already arrived home! In the living room, Wyatt, in a beige home outfit, was lifting 2S’s front paw, teaching it to speak, "Say Daddy!" Watching as 2S, who was just pliant to Wyatt’s whims, began to misbehave. Wyatt turned, seeing Serena weakly leaning against the bedroom door. Meeting her glare, he just laughed, letting go of 2S, and stepped forward to embrace Serena, "Glaring at me first thing in the morning! I think you don’t like me at all!" Serena was speechless, "What time did you get up?" Wyatt looked innocent, "Did I wake you? But you seemed sound asleep when I got out of bed." "Went to the gym upstairs." He thought Serena was upset that he wasn’t by her side when she woke up. Wyatt held her and coaxed, "I’ll wake up at 5 to go to the gym, okay? Then at 6, come back, shower, and sleep for another hour with you." He puts in the effort. She just needs to cooperate. But he can wake up at 5 to work out. Latest content published on novel fire.net While she wakes as if she’s been run over by a car! The same human beings, yet the difference is stark? Serena was in tears without tears. They had breakfast together, and while heading out at the elevator, Serena turned back, seeing 2S lazily curled up on the sofa. In the apartment, whenever she started to put on shoes, no matter where 2S was, it would meow and run over. So reluctant to say goodbye. She’d have to carefully shut the door, pushing the kitty head that wanted to come out back in. But now, 2S showed no signs of reluctance. It felt as though this was its real home. Last night, in a rush, her clothes were overly casual. Not to mention she had many competition materials in the computer. She dismissed Wyatt’s idea of driving her downstairs, getting out at the community entrance, and walking to the apartment. When the car door opened, Serena had a premonition. Looking back, she saw Adrian Lockwood getting out from the car.