Chapter 428 The One Everyone Was Dying to See

Just moments ago, everyone had been loudly joking about seeing Yunice’s mysterious husband. But now that he was standing in front of them, not one of them dared to utter a word.

It was Wyatt who broke the silence first. “Yunice, I think I scared your friends.”

The others scrambled to respond, all talking over each other:

“Ah, no, not at all!”

“You’re being too kind!”

“Actually, thank you so much for having us–uh, I just remembered, my grandpa’s giving birth to my dad at home, gotta go check if it’s a boy or a girl…”

And with that, he turned to leave in a panic. “Alright everyone, time to move out–let’s go!”

One of his friends yanked his sleeve and grimaced. “You’re embarrassing us…”

Wyatt smiled. “It’s getting late. I’ll have the kitchen prepare dinner for everyone.”

They glanced at the bright sun still hanging in the sky.

“No need! No need! We should really be heading home!”

“Thank you for hosting us today, Yunice.”

Wyatt offered, “You’re welcome any time.”

They all laughed nervously–no one accepted the invitation.

With Wyatt around, who would dare come back?

Since they were determined to leave, Yunice didn’t insist they stay. But she had prepared parting gifts.

Everyone was stunned by the lavish presents, and a bit embarrassed. “We didn’t know you when you got married, so we didn’t get to send a gift, but when you have a baby, you have to invite us!”

“We’ll tell your son or daughter all about the battles we fought together!”

Yunice blinked. A baby?

She hadn’t thought that far ahead.

Someone tugged the guy who spoke. “You can’t just go around pushing people to have kids. Shut up already–your mouth leaks like a broken faucet.”

He scratched his head awkwardly, and the group quickly said their goodbyes and boarded the van.

Yunice waved, watching the vans disappear into the distance.

A brief gathering, now followed by everyone going their separate ways.

Everyone had lives and work to return to–it was unlikely they’d ever all meet again.

She turned to Wyatt and said accusingly, “Look what you did.”

Wyatt raised a brow. “What did I do?”

“Dinner in this house starts at three in the afternoon?”

Wyatt followed behind her, tone unhurried. “They chose to leave. I didn’t kick them out.”

As they walked past the pool, Wyatt glanced at the water, which was already being drained and refilled. “You didn’t swim–something on your mind?”

Was it that she couldn’t swim? Or was it fear?

Yunice’s eyes flickered. Wyatt had been watching closely, and he caught the subtle change in her expression. “Don’t lie.”

He could tell she was searching for an excuse.

“I remember–you can swim.”

She could. During the week-long yacht party, she’d even jumped into the ocean to fetch a grass ring for Paul. That story had gone viral.

Anyone who dared leap into the sea couldn’t possibly not know how to swim.

So it wasn’t inability. It was fear.

“I’m not scared. I just hate it,” Yunice said flatly.

She hated jumping into water. Hated not being able to touch the bottom. Hated not having anything to hold on to.

Wyatt didn’t reply right away. Then, without warning, he pulled her close, “Come on. Let’s have some fun.” She was a little tired, but since he had come back early just to be with her, she didn’t want to kill the mood.

Besides… she owed him a lot of money. Emotional support was the least she could offer in return.

Pavilion Hall was huge–so large she still hadn’t explored all its hidden corners.

Wyatt led her to another building and pressed the elevator button for the top floor.

When the doors opened, they stepped into a circular balcony space that revealed an indoor pool.

Yunice frowned slightly, worried he was about to coax her into the water.

Wyatt shrugged off his coat and tossed it over the back of a lounge chair. Then he opened a closet–inside were swim trunks.

Before stepping into the changing room, he gestured. “There’s a lounger over there.”

Yunice sat where he pointed. Beside her was a small side table already stocked with tea and fruit.

The place was dead silent. Just the two of them. Even the sound of something dropping echoed faintly.

It wasn’t long before Wyatt emerged from the changing room. Yunice took a sip from her water cup, glancing at him unintentionally.

He was wearing very little.

She’d seen parts of him before–shirtless, in shorts–but never quite this… complete.

He walked over and tested the water. “You can stay up here and relax.”

She was secretly relieved not to be dragged in.

As she watched him stretch and dive gracefully into the pool, her gaze drifted down his back–strong, lean muscle tapering into a narrow waist.

Then she noticed something near his hip, close to his groin–just the edge of what looked like a tattoo.

She gave a small, distracted hum as he disappeared into the water.

And now, curiosity was thoroughly piqued. Just what exactly is tattooed down there?