Chapter 417 The One Who Brought Roasted Sweet Potatoes

Tommy tried to sound casual. “Work, you know. Keep looking. Walk around, see what’s out there.”

Yunice replied, “You don’t have to aim for top-tier companies right off the bat.”

As a job seeker, Tommy had one fatal flaw—his reputation as a test-taking god.

People like him often held themselves in high regard. But that title only worked in school. Once you left campus and entered the real world, grades stopped mattering.

Tommy wasn’t an evergreen candidate, nor did he have any connections. His only asset was his academic background.

But in the talent pool, academic credentials were the least rare commodity.

He didn’t have enough to stand out—so much so that no major company would even consider hiring him.

Yunice had specifically checked with the HR department about this. If Tommy wanted to move up the social ladder, he’d have to start from the bottom—build connections, prove his value, and only then would the big companies start paying attention.

But if he kept thinking so highly of himself, it’d be a long, hard road.

Tommy nodded at Yunice’s advice, acting like he was going to take it to heart. But Yunice knew he hadn’t really heard a word she said.

Just then, it started to rain.

A car honked from a distance. They both looked and saw a star-gray Aston Martin slowly rolling up and coming to a smooth stop.

The hotel steps were long. It was clear this car was here to pick someone up.

Tommy froze for a moment, then asked, “Here for you?”

Yunice wasn’t sure.

It wasn’t until the car door near the steps opened and a pair of red-soled leather shoes hit the ground that she stepped forward.

A silver-handled umbrella stretched out from the car. Yunice saw a long, well-defined hand holding the umbrella’s handle, while the other pushed the canopy open.

The moment she caught a glimpse of the face under the umbrella, Yunice smiled and said to Tommy, “Tommy, I’ve got to go.”

Tommy blinked and glanced back at the car.

Last time he saw Yunice, she was riding in a Maybach. Now it was something else again.

Yunice didn’t notice what he was thinking. Her full attention was on Wyatt.

Wyatt held the umbrella and walked up the steps.

The stairs were long and high. At first, all she could see was the black top of the umbrella, black leather shoes, and suit pants.

As he got closer, Wyatt raised the umbrella, finally revealing those familiar features she hadn’t seen in so long.

Yunice jogged down a few steps. Wyatt quickly tilted the umbrella forward to shield her from the rain.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, then looked past her at Tommy and asked, “Who’s this?”

“Tommy. Top scorer from med school. He’s the senior who cleared things up for me in the livestream,” Yunice introduced him.

Tommy stepped forward politely and offered a handshake.

Wyatt looked down at the outstretched hand.

Seeing him hesitate, Yunice jabbed him lightly in the waist.

Only then did Wyatt lift the corners of his mouth, giving a very fake smile as he raised his hand and gave Tommy a brief shake.

After that, Tommy stepped back and politely said, “Well, Yunice, I’ll let you head home with… your friend.”

He made a gesture as if putting on a mask. “Take care of yourself.”

Yunice nodded and tugged Wyatt down the steps.

By the car, Wyatt held the umbrella as Yunice got in first.

On the other side, the driver rushed over, took the umbrella from Wyatt, and waited until he was in the car before returning to the driver’s seat and folding it up.

Neither of them got touched by a single drop of rain.

Just then, the car Tommy had called arrived, too.

He glanced at the Aston Martin pulling away, then frowned at the taxi pulling up to the hotel. He held his briefcase over his head and dashed down the stairs before scrambling into the car.

Yunice looked back and saw the scene through the window—then turned away.

When she turned again, she saw Wyatt staring at her with a mocking look. “That the guy who brought you roasted sweet potatoes?”

Roasted sweet potatoes?

Yunice thought for a long while. “What roasted sweet potatoes?”

Wyatt sat up straight and didn’t answer.

Yunice kept thinking until it finally clicked. That time Wyatt visited the hospital wing, Tommy had brought her a roasted sweet potato.

Seriously? This guy remembered something that minor all this time?

They didn’t speak again until they reached Pavilion Hall. Then Yunice said on purpose, “What roasted sweet potatoes? I really don’t remember.”

Wyatt glanced at her, smirking. “If you don’t remember, then forget it.”

Not remembering meant it wasn’t important. If it wasn’t important, why was he being so jealous?

Yunice slipped her hand into Wyatt’s open palm and followed him home.

It had been nearly two months since she’d been back, and the new flowers planted in the courtyard were blooming beautifully.

Knowing it was going to rain today, the housekeepers had already set up rain covers over the flower trees, afraid the downpour would ruin the fresh blooms.

Yunice walked into the living room in high spirits. A housekeeper immediately brought her slippers and a throw blanket.

As she changed out of her shoes, she said, “I’m skipping dinner with you guys. I need to quarantine myself for a while.”

Wyatt frowned. “Even at home you’re being that strict?”

Yunice muttered, “They haven’t got the outbreak under control yet.”