Chapter 474 Bait and Leverage
Elsie leaned her head weakly against the wall, her face drained of all color. “Are we really going to keep living like this, stripped of all dignity? We might as well be dead.”
“Don’t say things like that,” Owen snapped, frowning.
Lily wiped her tears. “Don’t blame her for feeling that way. With a daughter-in-law like Peggy, even I’ve thought about ending it all.”
Owen lowered his head. “You think I wanted to marry a brute?”
“Peggy’s loud and crass. If I hadn’t been worried no one would take care of you both if I went to jail, I’d never have married a woman like that.”
The three of them fell silent, the mood in the room as heavy as a funeral.
Lily absentmindedly rubbed her phone with her fingers, then suddenly, as if by accident, swiped across the screen.
She stared for a second, confused. “When did I record a video?”
Owen and Elsie looked over. What was the big deal about a video?
Lily turned the screen to show them. “Look–it caught everything that just happened in the living room.”
Owen stared. The video showed Yunice forcing him and his mother to slap each other.
Ever since Yunice had left the Saunders family, most of the indoor surveillance cameras had been removed.
That was probably why Yunice had acted without restraint.
She had no idea everything she did had been caught on video.
Owen’s expression darkened. A thought surfaced in his mind.
“Maybe we can use this footage…”
Lily blinked. “Use it how?”
“Use one power to counter another,” Owen said. “Wyatt might be all-powerful, but even he has someone he answers to.”
He took Lily’s phone and transferred the video to his own.
Lily hesitated. “Isn’t this a bit much…”
Owen looked up and scoffed. “Mom, cut the act. You recorded this on purpose, didn’t you? We’re all just trying to drive Peggy out.”
He stared at the video. “This might be our best weapon.”
Back at home, Yunice was reviewing practice questions for her upcoming school exam.
Wyatt came out of the shower and circled behind her, his gaze falling on the scattered formulas on her worksheets.
He leaned against her desk, rubbing his wet hair with a towel. “Northvale Hospital’s finished and started trial operations. We’re short on good doctors…”
Yunice noticed water droplets splashing onto her paper and looked up. “Back off a bit. You’re getting my notes wet.”
Wyatt gave her a glance, dropped the towel on the desk, and leaned closer. “What if I don’t?”
They locked eyes. A moment later, Yunice shifted her gaze, focusing on the sharp line of his nose.
Medical students knew all too well–men with strong nasal bridges usually had better physical performance.
Her lashes fluttered, eyes dropping to his lips.
Then Yunice leaned in slightly and brushed her mouth against his.
Wyatt’s eyes darkened, and the way he leaned against the desk relaxed into something much more possessive.
He adjusted his posture, bent down, and kissed her cheek.
When Yunice didn’t move away, he gently kissed down her neck and collarbone. His hands slid to her waist, moving under her dress, fingers tracing along the edge before pulling it downward.
Yunice didn’t resist. She stayed in the chair and let him take control.
Wyatt’s breathing grew heavy, his excitement rising fast.
Her rare willingness made his blood boil.
He stood up, positioned himself between her knees, and gently nudged her legs apart with his own before dropping to his knees…
At some point, he’d undone several buttons on her shirt, baring her shoulder and part of her chest. Even Yunice, usually so aloof, now had a hint of heat coloring her skin.
Wyatt kissed her slowly from her neck to her navel. As he reached her waist, Yunice ran her fingers through his hair and murmured, “It tickles.”
Wyatt changed course, retracing his steps and continuing lower.
Yunice’s breathing quickened. Her hands tightened around the chair arms, her fingertips trembling faintly.
Wyatt was attentive, always focused on how she felt.
That was why Yunice didn’t mind being with him like this.
Dopamine made people happy, especially when they were feeling low.
Wyatt could make her happy. She liked this part of being with him.
He pulled the silk belt from his robe and whispered near her ear, “Blindfold or wrists?”
Yunice tossed the question back at him. “You choose.”
Wyatt raised an eyebrow. She’d actually played along instead of shutting him down.
“In that case, blindfold this time,” he said, voice low. “Wrists next time.”
Yunice gave a soft laugh. “Already planning for next time while you’re still in this one?”
Wyatt smirked. “Once you’ve had a taste, you can’t stop.”
If he wasn’t worried about overwhelming her, he would’ve pinned her to the bed and made sure she couldn’t get out of it for days…