Chapter 49 Misunderstood
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“I don’t think he minds at all. He stayed right by her side the whole time you were unconscious.”
Whether it was Morgan’s voice or his attitude, Madam Johnson’s face turned even darker.
She ignored him and looked at Yunice. “Ms. Saunders, thank you for saving me again. I’ll have Wyatt handle your consultation fee later. You won’t be shortchanged.”
Everyone in the room could hear what she meant. Madam Johnson only acknowledged the transaction–not the favor.
Morgan propped his sneakers on the table and said smugly, “Grandma, do you think the little nutjob even understands. what you’re saying?”
Then he turned to Yunice, mocking, “Hey, she means take the money and get as far away as possible. You’d do everyone a favor if you just stayed locked up in the Saunders house forever.”
“Enough, Morgan,” Madam Johnson snapped.
He was about to argue back, but then caught Wyatt’s stare. That shut him up real fast. He dropped his feet from the table and sat up straighter.
Wyatt was crazier than he was–and Morgan knew better than to poke that bear.
Madam Johnson said. “Everyone else out. Wyatt, stay.”
Morgan had been waiting for that. He got up with a theatrical stretch and strutted out like he owned the place.
Yunice let out a quiet breath. Morgan not liking her was the best outcome she could ask for.
But just outside the room, her wheelchair suddenly wouldn’t budge.
Morgan hadn’t left. One of his sneakers was pressing down on the wheel, blocking her path. He leaned down toward her
with a smirk.
Yunice shrank back, spine tight against the chair. He clearly wouldn’t touch her–he found her disgusting–but he wanted. to intimidate her.
He sneered. “Your family really thought they could send you out to deal with me? I won’t forget this insult. Go home and tell them–if they want to kiss up to me, they better send your sister next time.”
Yunice kept her expression frozen in fear, but inside she was laughing her head off
If Owen ever found out he tried to suck up to a guy like this, he’d choke on regret
After Morgan finally left, Wyatt came to Yunice’s room and handed her a card.
“There’s a million in there. From Madam Johnson.”
From Madam Johnson?
Yunice held the card and read between the lines.
So Wyatt was drawing a line–what was hers from Madam Johnson was hers. But what about the scar on her face? Was he going to repay that? Or not at all?
The second option seemed more likely. Wyatt had already said he wasn’t some saint. He wasn’t the type to repay favors. If he didn’t backstab you, that was already generous.
Just like in the black market–she’d saved his life, and he stole her bracelet.
She developed medicine for him, and he took it without thanks, all while taking advantage of her.
The more she thought about it, the clearer it was–Wyatt was not someone she should expect anything from.
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Chapter 49 Misunderstood.
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Yunice stood and went to close the door.
When she returned, she looked at him and said, “Roll up your pants.”
That was blunt. Too blunt.
Wyatt’s eyes darkened at once. She explained, “Your leg took a hit. If you don’t deal with it, the tissue could start to die. You might end up stuck in a wheelchair.”
Back during the fight with Paul. Wyatt had banged his leg hard.
For someone already disabled, that kind of injury could be serious. Just looking at the way he walked, she could tell it was
But he hadn’t rested. He was clearly pushing himself to hide it.
Still, he didn’t look moved by her concern. Instead, he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her close, sneering. “You know it means something when a woman touches a man like that?”
She ended up on tiptoe from the force. “You’re reading too much into it…”
Wyatt narrowed his eyes. “You were just jealous over Morgan. Now what–can’t get him, so you’re trying to hook me Instead?”
She was too obvious, always trying to curry favor with whoever held power. It was stupid and desperate.
He let her go and added coldly. “If you want to win me over, it’s not that hard. You know what I want. Play your part. I’ll protect you.”
He’d been alone too long. Having a woman who knew how to behave didn’t sound so bad.
But Yunice wasn’t having it. “Wyatt, you’ve got it wrong,”
and
“I never had any interest in Morgan. I don’t trust romantic ties–they’re the least stable thing in the world. That goes for him, and for you.
“I treated Madam Johnson not to gain favor, but because my father left notes behind. He asked me to finish what he couldn’t. Her condition was a mission, and an opportunity. I missed that opportunity, but that doesn’t mean I was being manipulative.
All this time, they thought she was calculating. Like she was scheming for something. But she had never once asked for anything.
Wyatt tuned out most of what she said.
He only remembered two words,
