Chapter 152: She Called Me What Now
Sure enough, it wasn’t long before the elevator doors slid open. Wyatt stepped out in his pajamas and turned on the hall lights. The girl immediately threw herself at him, as if planning to take him down by force.
Wyatt frowned and said coldly, “Stop.”
She barely managed to halt in time, pointing pitifully behind her. “Wyatt, there’s an intruder in your room!”
Just then, Yunice stepped out, wrapped in a robe. The girl pointed accusingly. “It’s her! She even dared to sleep in your bed—she’s completely shameless!”
Yunice had been sleeping on the first floor; his room was on the third. How could I possibly have ended up in his bed?
Wyatt glanced at Yunice, then back at the girl. “Don’t talk nonsense. That’s your sister-in-law.”
“Sister-in-law?” The girl’s delicate expression began to crack like porcelain, as if she couldn’t process the news.
Wyatt stepped around her and said, “You didn’t hear I was getting married?”
The girl spun around to keep up with him, practically in tears. “But I heard it was fake—that you were just doing it to make Mr. Jackson happy. How could you let her stay in Pavilion Hall?”
Yunice tightened her grip on her robe, feeling more than a little awkward.
Wyatt didn’t respond, but the girl wouldn’t drop it. “If you married her, then what about Morgan—”
Before she could finish, Wyatt cut her off with an icy snap. “Am I not allowed to get married?”
The girl flinched, clearly spooked, and didn’t dare say another word. Wyatt’s expression was downright terrifying. Her eyes brimmed with tears, but all she could manage was a meek, “I’m so… wrong.”
Yunice walked over. She felt the need to clarify. “We’re not really married. You don’t need to see me as a threat—I’m not here to get in the way of anyone’s relationship.”
The girl’s tears finally spilled over. She gave Yunice a sidelong glance, probably thinking she was just pretending to be nice.
Wyatt turned to Yunice, needling her. “Not threatening anyone? She’s the Powell family’s adopted daughter—Elanna Fiona.”
Adopted? Must’ve been recent. I’ve never heard of her before, Yunice thought. Some elite families adopted orphaned girls to strengthen alliances through marriage, but Elianna seemed a little too interested in the nearest eligible man.
Without missing a beat, Yunice extended a hand toward her. “Nice to meet you. I’m Yunice.”
“Why’s your name Yunice too…?” Elianna muttered under her breath, but still shook her hand.
That one comment told Yunice everything she needed to know—Elianna didn’t know much about the Powell family and had clearly been sidelined. She wasn’t an important player.
Chapter 152: She Called Me What Now
Wyatt looked at the suitcase Elianna had left in the living room and asked, “Why’d you come back at this hour?”
“Dad told me to. He said there’s a family banquet tomorrow and everyone needs to be there.”
She glanced at Yunice again, clearly confused why Jackson cared so much about this plain-looking woman.
Wyatt checked the time. It was already late. He turned to Elianna and said, “Pick any room you want—just don’t bother your sister-in-law.”
Then he wrapped an arm around Yunice and guided her toward her room.
Elianna’s eyes went wide. Wait, what? They’re going into my room?
Yunice tried to say something, but Wyatt gave her shoulder a firm squeeze, and she shut her mouth. She didn’t know the Powell family that well—didn’t know what was appropriate or not—so for now, she figured she’d just go along with Wyatt.
He shut the door behind them, and Yunice could still hear faint crying from outside. Elianna had totally lost it.
Yunice locked the door behind them, then asked Wyatt, “This is your room?”
Wyatt sat on the edge of the bed and dodged the question. “The Powell family has a curfew. Since she came back this late, she could only crash here.”
That didn’t sound right. Sure, there was a curfew, but it wasn’t like an adopted daughter wasn’t allowed to come home. And even if that were the case, there were hotels. Why’d she have to come here!
Still, if Wyatt was bothering to explain, it probably meant he didn’t want her overthinking it. He pulled back the covers and lay down. “Go to sleep.”
Yunice climbed in from the other side; they each stayed in their own space. If they were married, sharing a bed was bound to happen eventually. But thanks to Elianna’s drama, Yunice wasn’t sleepy anymore.
Out of nowhere, Wyatt reached over and pulled her into his arms. Startled, Yunice pressed against his chest, trying to push him away, but he easily locked her in place.
With his chin resting on the top of her head, Wyatt closed his eyes and murmured, “Don’t move.”
Yunice pressed a silver needle against his throat. “Don’t think just because I’m not rejecting you that you can keep pushing your luck.”
Wyatt lifted her chin and kissed her.