Chapter 624 Jealousy Has No Reason
Yunice noticed the subtle shift in Wyatt’s mood and moved her gaze away from Tommy and the two girls.
It didn’t take much for her to guess what Wyatt was thinking—self-doubt, most likely falling into that familiar spiral.
The girl had kept trying to get Wyatt to chime in and solve a problem that clearly hit one of his weak spots.
People hated comparisons – and Wyatt had always seen Tommy as a rival. Losing to him in front of others? Of course he’d feel humiliated.
Yunice leaned slightly toward him and said in a low voice, “I’m hungry.”
Her voice wasn’t exactly quiet – Tommy heard her too.
Sensing Yunice’s obvious lack of interest in the two girls, he quickly realized he had overstepped.
This wasn’t a tutoring session – Yunice and Wyatt had come here to eat, not to sit through his little show.
“We have plans. If you want to keep working on the problem, do it at school,” Tommy said before the girls could even protest. Then, turning to Wyatt, added, “I’ll go check on the food.”
As Tommy left, the two girls realized they had worn out their welcome. The one with the book snapped it shut with a dramatic clap and gave Yunice a sharp side-eye on her way out. We’ll see you at school, her look seemed to say.
Once the room was finally quiet again, Yunice muttered, “Three rude little pests. What a pain.”
Wyatt raised a brow. “Three?”
Yunice sighed. “My senior – brilliant academically, zero emotional intelligence. Being around him is exhausting.”
Wyatt’s brow arched even higher. “But he’s really good at exams – a total test god.”
Yunice shrugged. “Only because he’s never competed with me. If he did, I’m not sure who’d win.”
Wyatt blinked, then turned his head away – unable to keep from smiling.
Guess he’d been overthinking things. Sure, Tommy was impressive – but not enough to make Yunice idolize him.
Because Yunice herself was impressive.
Tommy soon returned, sincerely apologizing. “Sorry about that, it won’t happen again.”
Wyatt replied, “No worries. Next time, we just won’t eat together.”
Tommy glanced at him, expecting a flash of anger – but Wyatt only looked amused, like none of it had fazed him.
A moment later, the food arrived.
Meanwhile, outside, those two girls were grumbling as they stomped down the street.
“What kind of stupid question was that? How is she solving it so easily?” Wendy muttered, looking ready to rip the book in half.
Her sidekick quickly stopped her. “Wendy, don’t! We still need that as an excuse to go see Tommy again!”
Wendy fumed. “You still don’t get it? Tommy is obviously into that little bitch!”
Then her tone suddenly shifted. She turned to her friend with an edge in her voice. “Tell me – who’s prettier? Yunice or me?”
Wendy had once been voted the prettiest girl in the med school. But Tommy, and even Yunice’s boyfriend, hadn’t spared her a glance.
The sidekick hesitated before replying unconvincingly, “Of course it’s you, Wendy…”
“You hesitated!” Wendy snapped. “So you think she’s prettier, don’t you?”
“She wasn’t even in the running when they did the campus beauty rankings!” Wendy hissed. “Where the hell did she even come from?”
“She’s that SAT top scorer Tommy mentioned, right? There was a cheating scandal around the SATs – her name was involved. She hasn’t really shown up on campus before…”
Wendy’s expression darkened.
“So what, now that Yunice has finally made an appearance, I’m not the top beauty anymore? What’s next — is she going to steal the campus queen title too?!”
She shouted that last part so loudly that several heads turned in her direction.
A hesitant voice cut in. “Excuse me… were you talking about Yunice?”
Wendy turned to see a tall, slim woman in a soft gray wool hat, long hair falling over her shoulders – someone who bore a striking resemblance to Yunice.
“And who the hell are you?” Wendy snapped instinctively.
Hands tucked in the pockets of her coat, the woman stepped forward. “I suppose I’d be… a relative of the Yunice you’re talking about.”
Wendy scanned her. There was no denying the resemblance.
The woman smiled politely. “Did Yunice offend you somehow?”
Wendy’s friend looked nervous, but Wendy lifted her chin. “So you’re her relative? Then tell me – do you guys not teach your kids about self-respect? That girl’s out here eating with two guys. Doesn’t she know what self-control is?”
The woman tilted her head thoughtfully and glanced at the restaurant. “She’s eating here? With two men?”
“Yeah,” Wendy sneered. “One of them’s our senior, and the other one’s her boyfriend.”
“And how do you know one of them is her boyfriend?”
Wendy scoffed. “Please. The way they were sitting – wait…”
So close, whispering and flirting, it’s obvious they’re…