Chapter 519 The Gala Invitation
Two hours later, Wyant called to pick Yunice up
She grabbed her church, which as always–had silver necilles tucked inade, and beneath the compart powder case lay a stash of emergency meilicinal powder.
When you’re out in the world, protecting yourself comes first
Out in the courtyard. Wyatt leaned against the car. He only looked up once Yunice stepped outside. She was dressed in a soli periwinkle gown, shimmering with flecks of light as she walked
The gown was adorned with over a thousand real diamonds. Though tiny, each one had a dazzling cut.
What truly made the dress stand out, though, was the fabric: a dreamy cashmere, dyed the delicate hue of Fairy’s Kiss hydrangeas,
As Yunice lifted her skirt slightly and stepped closer, Wyatt took her hand and gave her ensemble a sweeping glance.
She could tell he was very pleased. She had noticed long ago that Wyatt took a strange pleasure in dressing her up,
. She never did figure out why.
In the car, Yunice sat upright, back stiff and careful not to wrinkle her gown.
Wyatt glanced sideways at her awkward posture and asked. “What, am I that unapproachable!”
Yunice didn’t move. “The stylist said the fabric’s delicate. If it creases, those rich ladies will laugh at me,
Wyatt scoffed. “Only poor people worry about that.”
Yunice glanced at him. Fair enough–he had every right to call others poor.
Wellinges Pharma had been the first to develop a drug to control the current virus outbreak. They’d made
a killing. Who wouldn’t curse Wyatt under their breath for being so damn lucky?!
Wyatt said, “Come here.”
She could tell–he wanted her to sit on his lap.
She refused. “It’ll wrinkle the gown.
Expensive dresses always had one/fatal flaw: beautiful, but fragile–pretty junk.
Wyatt reached for her waist and pulled her easily onto his lap. “If it wrinkles, just tell them your husband did it. What, is that hard to admit?”
Yunice was speechless.
Unable to win against him, she gave up and stayed there
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Jordan, driving in front, caught a glimpse in the rearview mirror and–withour & word–pressed the button to raise the partition
With her perched on his lap, Wyatt had a perfect view of the slender, pale nape of her neck.
Her skin was porcelain–white, and under the soft light, a fine layer of barely visible fuzz shimmered at the base of her hairline.
Soft. Delicate.
Yunice shifted slightly and glanced warily at him.
Wyatt didn’t even try to hide his gaze. He tilted his head, that perfectly sculpterl face curling into a possessive, predatory smile.
He knew she could feel what was pressing against her–but he didn’t see the need to hide it
“I can’t help it,” he said.
Even with layers of clothing between them, Yunice couldn’t completely ignore it.
She glanced at him again.
His face was far too close. His features were so sharp, so symmetrical, so striking that being this close made it hard to breathe.
Especially when he looked at someone–his gaze never wavered. That intensity, wrapped in barely contained heat, always made the other person look away first.
Yunice liked to think of herself as calm and rational. But faced with a face like this, she had to admir- nature had outdone itself.
She raised her hand, her slender white fingers trailing slowly along the bridge of his nose.
“You’re really good–looking.”
Yunice didn’t remember much about Wyatt’s mother, but she figured his looks must’ve come from her.
He and Paul looked nothing alike.
Wyatt didn’t mind the compliment one bit. His looks were something everyone acknowledged.
He stared at her and said. “Then you’d better keep an eye on me. A lot of people want a piece.
“They dare?” Yunice knew all too well that plenty of ambitious women used every trick in the book to climb the ladder.
But she hadn’t heard of anything like that happening around Wyatt.
No–actually, there was something.
If Maine was telling the truth, then Wyatt and Nora’s relationship had started because the johnson family openly offered up their daughter–and Wyatt had accepted.
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Chapter 519 The Gala Invitation
The moment Nora came to mind, Yunice felt a lump in her theoon as she sat on Wyatt’s lap
She gently pushed away from him and moved to sit beside him
Wyatt watched her reaction, his gaze darkening
He was no fool. He knew exactly which part of what he’d said had triggered her He knew exactly who the was thinking of
The rest of the ride passed in silence,
Just as they were about to get out, Yunice’s phone started to buzz in her purse
She fumbled to retrieve it, taking a bit longer than usual.
By the time she pulled it out, the call had already been cut.
She looked at the missed call on the screen and muttered, “Oscar?”
She tried calling back, but no one answered.
Glancing at the two rows of staff standing respectfully at the entrance to the charity gala–and the media clustered nearby with their flashing cameras–Yunice quickly followed after Wyatt
As the flashbulbs flared, Wyatt raised his hand and shielded Yunice’s face with his palm, shooting a warning look at the photographers.
Jordan, following behind, stepped forward and made the media delete every single photo one by one.
