Chapter 194: Scent of Distrust

Yunice flinched instinctively and stepped back to distance herself from them. Taylor merely glanced at her coolly and said, “Relax. I’m not here to slap you.”

Paul had taken a full-force slap to the face. For a second, he was stunned. Then he turned his head, rage flashing in his eyes. Taylor, however, remained completely unfazed. With arms crossed, she said coldly, “As long as you’re with me, you’d better cut the cheating crap. Otherwise, I’ve got plenty more slaps where that came from.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” he growled.

Taylor scoffed. “I’ve got the Kendall family behind me. What, you think I’m gonna put up with you like your last doormat did?”

She gave him a dismissive look. “If you’ve got a problem with that, keep it to yourself.”

Yunice barely stifled a smile—just a small twitch of her lips. But Paul caught it and immediately snapped, “She was the one seducing me.”

Taylor raised a brow. “Really? In the gynecology department?”

She rolled her eyes. The sight of him was enough to make her sick. She turned and shot a glance at Yunice. “That perfume’s so strong it’s choking. A man who spends all his brainpower on scheming against women—no wonder you’re a failure.”

Yunice didn’t even wear perfume—but now that Taylor pointed it out, she did smell something on herself. It was Paul’s cologne.

Paul’s face darkened. He thought he’d hidden it well. Clearly, Taylor had seen right through him.

Taylor stormed off without another word. Paul followed, fuming. Once they were alone, she snapped, “You’re a disgrace. We’re in the same damn boat now. Do me a favor—try using what little brain you have on the business war ahead, and maybe I’ll think a little better of you.”

Paul glared. “I don’t need you to teach me.”

Taylor stopped, turned, and looked him dead in the eye. “If you keep screwing around, there won’t even be a Powell family left. Just wait till the wedding—you’ll see.”

Paul frowned. He didn’t understand what she was hinting at. What did she know that he did?

Meanwhile, Yunice rushed toward the restroom desperate to get the lingering cologne off her…

And of course—because life had a sense of humor—she ran smack into… Paul’s cologne.

Yunice’s face burned. Just as she strode ahead, about to explain, Wyatt turned away with a cold…

Yunice hurried to catch up. “You’re mad…”

She tried to coax him. “Don’t be mad…”

Wyatt only walked faster. “If you’re really mad you should just grab Panal and beat him up—it’s better than bottling it in…”

Wyatt suddenly stopped. Tanice couldn’t brake in time and bumped straight into his back. His nose nearly broke on impact.

Wyatt let out a cold laugh. “Beat him up? So you can be heartbroken and poison me in revenge…”

Yunice raised her hands in surrender. “If you smack him a few extra times, I’d be even more grateful.”

Wyatt went silent, giving her a long look. “I mean it,” she added. A readable flicker in his eyes. He gave a low scoff, lips curling in dry amusement, and resumed walking—without waiting for her.

He was seriously hard to please.

Yunice jogged after him. “Do you think I still have feelings for him? That he sent me to get close to you? That I’m some undercover spy?” She threw her arms out. “That’s all in your head. You’re the one labeling me with tinted glasses—”

Wyatt snapped. “If you’re going to defend yourself, at least wash off the other guy’s scent first!”

Yamane huffed. “I was literally on my way to do that—you just showed up at the worst time.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault now?”

“It’s my fault,” she said instantly, without missing a beat. No use arguing with him. Better to humor him…

Chapter 194: Scent of Distrust

She couldn’t be sure. Still, she couldn’t help grumbling to herself. Just because you’ve got long legs doesn’t mean you have to walk like a racehorse…

Back home, Yunice took a long shower and changed into clean clothes. The only scent left on her was fresh soap. The moment she got into Wyatt’s car, the faint aroma of her shampoo and steam clung to the air.

Wyatt’s lashes flickered slightly. The air reminded him of early morning after a night together. He quickly shut down that line of thought, closed his laptop, and turned to her. “Come to an event with me?”

Yunice blinked. “Huh?”

Wyatt, for once, didn’t hold back. “You’ve heard about the land zoning plans in Northvale, right?”

Of course, she had. It wasn’t exactly a secret. Rumor had it they were planning to build a major hospital there. Once it was complete, the entire economy of Northvale would take off.