Chapter 575 More Than a Game
Nora gave a soft laugh. “Wyatt, your wife trusts you a lot. That’s nice.”
Wyatt’s expression darkened, just as Jordan approached. He extended a hand to Nora. “Ms. Nora, let me walk you out.”
Nora nodded. “Thank you, Mr. Jordan.”
Outside Wellinges Pharma, Maine was still fuming. But when she turned to Nora, she saw a faint smile on her face.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Maine said. “Wyatt treats you like that and you’re smiling?”
Nora’s tone was composed. “Before I saw Yunice, I was uncertain. But after today, I actually feel relieved.” She stroked the bracelet in her hand and smiled. “Wyatt and Yunice aren’t a real couple. Can’t you tell?” With confidence, she added, “Wyatt married someone who looks like me on purpose–to spite me. That means he still cares. He’s just acting childish and petty because he can’t deal with his feelings.”
Maine looked skeptical. “Nora… don’t you think you’re reading too much into this? Wyatt’s a practical guy. You think he’d do something so… emotional?”
Nora smiled. “You don’t understand, Maine. Men stay boys their whole lives. Wyatt’s no different. I made mistakes before. He’s still resentful. That’s why he refuses to acknowledge his feelings. But I believe–he’ll forgive me. Because deep down, he still loves me.” Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. Maine didn’t know how to respond.
But in her gut, Maine felt Wyatt’s feelings for Yunice were real. Still, she knew it was better for Nora to keep fighting. Because only by fighting could she find out who the real winner would be.
Nora noticed the change in Maine’s expression. “You’re wondering how I can be so sure? It’s simple. Yunice doesn’t care enough. She knows I’m a threat–her biggest threat. But when I was alone with Wyatt, she didn’t follow us in, didn’t even wait outside to see what would happen. That tells me she doesn’t care if Wyatt and I reconnect.”
Maine frowned. Something about Yunice didn’t sit right with her. “Just… stay on your guard, okay? There’s something off about that girl.” She didn’t know exactly what it was–but she’d looked into Yunice’s background. A girl with no influence and no backing, yet somehow she’d managed to survive political chaos, danger, and infighting like a tiny boat riding massive waves. That wasn’t normal.
Wellinges Pharma
Yunice had spent the whole day in the lab. She rubbed her neck and headed to the locker room to change out of her protective gear. When she turned around, she caught sight of someone from the corner of her eye. Her breath caught–then she realized it was Wyatt. He stood there with arms crossed, face grim, radiating pure impatience.
Yunice thought to herself, What’s he mad about? He just saw his ex. Shouldn’t I be the one annoyed?
But she’d learned her lesson. She didn’t question Wyatt about personal matters anymore. As she walked past him, Wyatt reached out and hooked a finger in her collar.
Yunice stopped. “Workday’s over.”
Time to go home.
Wyatt kicked the locker room door shut behind them. The space instantly felt smaller. His eyes pinned her in place, and Yunice instinctively stepped back a couple of paces.
“So Nora came to see me,” Wyatt said. “And you’re just okay with that?”
Yunice replied, “Why wouldn’t I be? If you wanted to lie, I’d never find out. And if you wanted to tell me, why would I need to chase after you?”
Wyatt gave a short, bitter laugh. “So zen about it, huh? Guess you don’t even care what she wanted from me.”
Yunice flinched and shot him a sharp look. Then she grabbed her clothes and turned to leave.
But Wyatt caught her wrist, softening his tone. “If you already know what she wanted, then why won’t you tell me what you think?”
Tell him? And what good would that do?
Yunice was sick of them dragging her into their unfinished business. “Fine. Then I’ll say it. I don’t want you to listen to her. I want Morgan to die in prison, and I want Oscar to be released without charges. Can you do that?!”
Wyatt leaned casually against the wall, like a mischievous schoolboy who’d just won. “Of course I can.”
That was exactly what he wanted to hear. He wanted Yunice to know she could ask him for anything–that she had more right to ask than Nora ever did.
He leaned closer, studying her furrowed brow. “What’s wrong? You that happy, you forgot how to show it? Or do you think I’m just messing with you?”
Yunice stared at him, serious. “You mean it?”
Wyatt sneered. “You think I treat marriage like a joke?”
If he didn’t mean it, why marry her at all? He pulled out a cigarette and held it between his lips. “Let me make it clear–right now, I have zero interest in Nora. She’s awake now. Whatever responsibilities I had to her are done. But I can’t say what she still feels. So I need you, as my wife, to stand with me. Always.”