Chapter 109: Chapter 109: When Will He Get a Proper Title?
"What’s wrong?"
As the Maybach drove away from the white house, Serena Sinclair glanced back at Flora Morgan, who looked despondent at the window, and turned to ask Wyatt Hawthorne, "Did you guys... have a fight?"
"A fight? Ha..."
Wyatt laughed, "Having a fight with her isn’t worth it."
Then Wyatt explained straightforwardly, "Her brother Marcus Morgan and I have been playing together since we were kids. He’s not in Aethelgard, so we all take care of his sister. You can ask Julian Rivera, which of his girlfriends didn’t get their dresses from her? She doesn’t even charge them for advertising or promotion fees, yet who doesn’t spend a few million on her throughout the year..."
But Flora Morgan doesn’t seem to focus on her designs, and after all these years, her brand’s reputation hasn’t been established. Instead, she’s concerned about his private affairs.
Is he just throwing money to add to his troubles?
Wyatt’s gaze turned icy.
Serena found his expression strange, "So that new Chinese-style dress the beauty was wearing yesterday was also made by her?"
???
Why did it jump to Diana Donovan again?
Didn’t he already explain?
Still not clear enough?
Wyatt’s eyes were boiling with anger.
Serena tugged on his sleeve with a laugh, "I genuinely liked that new Chinese style, I didn’t mean to bring up a sore point!"
Following that little bit of acting coy a moment ago.
She tugged on his sleeve again.
In Wyatt’s heart, it felt like a gentle scratch.
He held her hand back and turned to look at Serena, "Really?"
"Really!"
Serena nodded, "I’ve always liked Qipaos. But, I’ve never worn one."
While in school, the environment wasn’t suitable.
Then after she got married, her figure wasn’t good.
Whenever she saw a girl wearing a Qipao while shopping, she always paid extra attention.
And that photo seemed to evoke her longing from deep within her heart.
Now she has some money, and her figure is pretty good.
Most importantly, she wants to wear it for Wyatt to see.
Since realizing her little secret feelings for Wyatt, this was the first time Serena had such a strong urge to do something.
Just for him.
"Alright!"
Wyatt agreed swiftly, "Leave it to me."
Wyatt meant what he said.
The next day after getting off work, the elevator stopped on the 20th floor all the way up.
When Serena entered, there was already an old gentleman drinking tea in the living room.
He lifted his head.
Stood up straight.
Took a breath.
The old gentleman measured not only her shoulder width but even which foot she stepped with first and how wide her stride was.
The little notebook was flipped so much that the edges curled, and once he finished his dense notes, the old gentleman squinted through his reading glasses and asked Serena, "Do you plan to get pregnant within the next year?"
???
Serena froze, and lifted her head to see everyone in the living room, from the old gentleman to the assistants and apprentices, as well as Wyatt, all looking at her.
"No, I don’t..."
Serena shook her head decisively.
Her face flushed red instantly.
The old gentleman continued to make notes with his head down.
Serena turned to see a hidden smile in Wyatt’s eyes.
"What are you laughing at?"
The crowd dispersed.
Serena reached out to poke Wyatt.
He hooked her finger and wrapped his arm around her waist, bringing her into his embrace, "Sis, when will you give me a status?"
What... what status?
Serena’s heart skipped a beat.
She saw Wyatt looking at her.
His dark eyes deep and mysterious, like whirlpools forming on the calming sea surface.
Circling around.
And around.
Spreading out, weaving deep affection.
"Wyatt, I..."
A flash of panic crossed Serena’s eyes.
Wyatt knew the time wasn’t right.
He kissed her to stop the words that were about to escape her lips, and as the kiss ended, Wyatt shifted the topic, "What do you want to eat for dinner?"
"What do you want to eat?"
"You."
"..."
A few minutes later, Serena was guiding by the stove while Wyatt held her hand, and the two began frying steaks.
"Wyatt, I can do it myself."
"But I want to learn. I want to one day make it for you to eat so you don’t always have to work hard while I just watch."
"Then next time, I’ll teach you."
"It’s going to have to be a first time anyway, so why not start today?"
"..."
Serena thought Wyatt was right, "Then let’s start with the simplest, pan-fried steak today."
One was learning seriously.
The other taught absentmindedly.
Serena always got distracted.
The steak was turned over, and the aroma of the fat spread.
Wyatt lowered his head and kissed her neck, "Sis, it smells so good..."
Cherry tomatoes were placed on the plate.
Wyatt pinched one to feed her, "Sis, it’s so sweet..."
For a moment, it was unclear if he was talking about the steak and tomatoes or something else.
For the first time, Serena realized that even the mundane act of cooking could be filled with so much fun.
And it was an experience she had never had with Adrian Lockwood.
Adrian didn’t like the smell of grease at home, nor would he step into the kitchen.
Many times, when the three of them finally had a chance to sit down for a meal together.
As soon as she sat down, Adrian would wrinkle his nose, "Serena, you smell a lot like grease."
He refused to hire a chef or a housemaid, saying he didn’t like outsiders at home.
When she did everything herself, he could always find one fault or another.
A moment like today, where the two of them cooked a meal together, had never happened once in their six years of married life.
A simple steak salad, which Serena could usually finish in over ten minutes.
Today, with Wyatt’s distraction, it took half an hour to complete.
The stomach was hungry.
But for some reason, her heart felt full, filled to the brim.
When Serena turned around, she paused.
Wyatt immediately noticed, "What’s wrong?"
Serena looked amused and pointed to the elegant handmade shirt he was wearing, "It’s all covered in grease."
"Really?"
Wyatt turned his head and sniffed, frowning.
Then he came over and hugged Serena, sniffing again, his frown deepening, "Then why do you still smell good?"
It’s not fair.
Clearly, she was in his arms, closer to the pan-fried steak.
How come she still smells like roses and he ends up smelling like smoked steak?
"It’s not fair at all!"
Wyatt dropped the knife and fork he was holding and pulled Serena closer to him, "Let’s blend together!"
Serena’s face burned hotly again.
The dampening memories in her mind were completely dispelled.
After eating, Wyatt volunteered to tidy up the dining table.
Watching him carefully put the dishes into the dishwasher and then seriously instruct the robot to clean the entire house.
Serena smiled with crescent-shaped eyes.
Wyatt was a quick learner, and in just a few days, he could decently pan-fry a seven-minute steak and make a couple of simple salads and soup.
Serena jokingly said that in the future, even if there wasn’t a chef to his taste, he wouldn’t go hungry.
Wyatt thought of something and the next day turned back into a lazy young master on the sofa bonding with 2S.
Serena: ...
Before they knew it, Friday had arrived.
Serena bought amusement park tickets and was about to message Miles Lockwood to set a meeting time for tomorrow.
The phone chimed.
"Mom..."
On the other end, Miles Lockwood sounded aggrieved, "Can we make it next week?"
"...Of course."
Serena nodded and asked gently, "What’s wrong?"
It was better not to ask, because as soon as she did, Miles’ eyes turned red in an instant.
Tears started falling.
"Miles, hurry up, we’re about to leave..."
Chloe Lynch’s voice came from afar.
The call ended abruptly.