Chapter 602 Caught Red-Handed

“If he dares cause a scene at my school,” Yunice said, “then I won’t even bother talking to him.”

Freya let out a teasing “ooh” and laughed. “You’re really fearless, huh?”

But Yunice wasn’t stupid. If she wanted to keep him calm, she had to bait the hook first.

She rolled down the window and snapped a photo of the view outside, then sent it to Wyatt on WhatsApp.

Wyatt was in the middle of a meeting. Two opposing executives were going at it across the conference table, red in the face, shouting each other down.

He lowered his gaze and opened Yunice’s message.

The picture was interesting–a shot of the car’s side mirror.

From the reflection, he could tell it was a red Porsche, clearly a woman’s car.

What caught his attention was the oversized blue butterfly perched on the mirror’s edge. Yunice must’ve thought it was pretty and snapped the photo.

And because she was shooting the mirror, her small face was reflected in it, palm-sized and delicate.

Wyatt zoomed in, studying Yunice’s reflection in the mirror.

Then he zoomed in again. And again.

His brows furrowed slightly, as if something was off.

Then he immediately called her. “Where are you right now?”

Yunice dodged the question. “Is it pretty?”

Wyatt paused. “It’s pretty… you’re always pretty.”

“I meant the butterfly,” Yunice said.

Wyatt replied, “You photoshopped a butterfly into the mirror just to ask me if a fake butterfly looks good?”

“Pfft!” Freya burst out laughing from the driver’s seat.

Yunice’s face flushed. Her Photoshop skills were supposed to be flawless–how did he notice?

While she was silently dissecting her mistake, Wyatt pressed again, “You’re on the Jinggang Expressway right now, aren’t you? You’re heading to school? And you didn’t tell me? Hmm?”

“Answer me, Yunice.”

Freya gripped the steering wheel, laughing so hard her face almost split. She looked ahead and called out, “Don’t be so mad, Mr. Wyatt. You’re scaring her.”

Wyatt went silent.

Freya continued, “She didn’t tell you because she didn’t want you to worry. That’s her caring about you.”

Wyatt leaned back in his chair and asked, “When will you get there?”

“We’re already at the school gate,” Yunice replied.

“…I gotta go, they’re about to close the gate, and I haven’t picked up my student ID yet. I’ll call you back,” she added.

Wyatt looked at his phone. The call had ended.

Yunice quickly picked up her ID and walked with Freya along the tree-lined path of the university campus.

“I still don’t get it,” Yunice muttered. “What did I mess up in that photo?”

How did Wyatt know she was on the expressway?

Freya chuckled mysteriously. “Maybe he zoomed in on every pixel with a magnifying glass.”

“Yunice, right?” a male voice interrupted Freya’s teasing.

She looked up and saw a guy with a scholarly air and thin-rimmed glasses walking toward them.

Her eyes dropped to his work badge. Tommy.

Freya gave a small “oh” of recognition. “I remember you–you’re that top student at the medical university. You defended her on her livestream once.”

Tommy smiled. “Just standing up for what’s right.”

He turned his eyes to Yunice, who seemed distracted and hadn’t noticed him yet.

But she caught on quickly and looked up, her gaze sweeping over Tommy’s outfit. “You’re working at the university now?”

Tommy gave a self-deprecating smile. “Job market’s rough out there. After a round of interviews, I figured this was still the best place for me.”

“Good for you,” Yunice said.

Tommy nodded toward Freya. “This must be your sister? She looks so young–here to drop you off?”

Then, almost too casually, he added, “Your husband didn’t come with you?”

Yunice gave a simple “mm” and didn’t elaborate.

Tommy pointed down a path. “No need to go to the admin office. I’ve got your dorm info and class schedule right here. Just go straight to the dorms with your sister. She’s wearing heels, it’ll be tiring if she has to run around too much.”

Freya gave Tommy a quick glance, amusement in her eyes.

After Yunice thanked him, Tommy even helped carry her luggage to the girls’ dorm entrance.

Once he left, Freya teased, “Now I get why Wyatt’s so possessive. Look at this campus–every type of guy, all young and hungry. Toss you into this wolf den? No wonder he’s nervous.”

“I like older guys,” Yunice replied. “They know how to take care of people.”