Chapter 193
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Yunice had clearly already prescribed detox medication for Wyatt under Dr. Rylie’s identity–so why hadn’t he taken it?
Did he not trust her, or did he not want to get better?
Before she could ponder further, the nurse called their names. It was their turn for the exam..
Wyatt picked up his cane, and Yunice tucked the documents away and stood.
As they passed the greasy–haired man from earlier, Yunice deliberately leaned toward Wyatt and. said, “Later, crush some gardenia seeds and rub them on your face. My cousin swears by it- every guy in the family who used it had a son. Works every time!”
Wyatt cast her a glance, then noticed the man he’d kicked earlier seemed to be eavesdropping.
Once inside the examination room, Wyatt asked without even looking at her, “What’s gardenia seed?”
Yunice tried not to laugh. “A prank ingredient.”
Wyatt gave her a sideways glance–playing games again, huh?
Yunice explained, “That stuff stains. Turns your skin purple–black like you’ve been beaten–and the color won’t fade for months.”
She added casually, “With how rotten he is, he deserves a little lesson.”
Wyatt took a couple of seconds to process that, then gave a soft, cynical snort. “You’re devious.”
After their blood was drawn , the nurse pressed cotton balls on both of them. Yunice obediently held hers in place, then looked up and saw Wyatt toss his aside, tugging down his sleeve even though the wound was still bleeding.
She frowned. “Hold it a little longer.”
“No need. It’s annoying .” He had to hold a cane–he didn’t feel like bothering with the rest . The bleeding would stop on its own anyway.
“Then at least wait a bit before we leave. You already waited out there earlier–what’s the rush now?” Yunice rolled up his sleeve again.
Sure enough, male circulation was wild. Her own blood had barely come out , but Wyatt’s had already trickled along his arm in a bright red trail.
She quickly pressed the cotton back down. “Look–it’s getting everywhere…”
Wyatt looked down at the top of her head, his expression unreadable. Since when did she start giving him orders?
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Taylor, holding her own paperwork, first noticed Paul’s lingering gaze. Then she turned to see Wyatt and Yunice sitting side by side. “Well, what a coincidence.”
Paul quickly looked away from Yunice. A moment ago he’d been in a fine mood–now, something dark stirred behind his eyes.
Taylor went off to get her blood drawn, and Paul followed soon after.
Only then did Wyatt murmur, “Paul’s wedding is scheduled for the same day as ours.”
Yunice blinked. Then it made sense–of course the Powell family had to compete with Wyatt’s every move, even down to the wedding date.
She looked subconsciously at Taylor’s back. High–born, poised, beautiful–just standing next to someone like that gave them status. Compared to her, Yunice felt like a downgrade.
As if reading her mind, Wyatt said with a snort, “If you’re standing next to me, no one dares look down on you.
So quit doubting yourself, he thought. The last thing Wyatt feared was public ridicule. Anyone who dared laugh would just become a future target.
Paul, now done with his blood draw and still holding the cotton to his arm, turned to look back- only to find Yunice’s seat empty.
Taylor tossed her cotton in the trash and smirked. “Don’t bother. She’s long gone. Didn’t even glance at you .”
Paul scoffed, “Who cares ?”
Taylor chuckled. “You guys are all the same–don’t cherish her when you’ve got her, can’t stop eyeing her when she’s gone. You think you’re some golden trophy everyone wants to orbit?”
“Shut up. Just hearing her speak made his skin crawl .
After that, Wyatt headed off to the urology department while Yunice was sent to gynecology.
When she came out, she had her head down, reading her results—and walked straight into someone’s chest.
Startled, she instinctively stepped back–only to feel a hand clamp down on the back of her neck.
Yunice looked up and locked eyes with Paul .
His gaze dropped to her long, delicate neck. If he left a hickey there–what would Wyatt think!
Paul had never known fear. Every mess he’d ever made, the Powell family had cleaned up . He figured Wyatt wouldn’t kill him–so if he wanted to teach Yunice a lesson, why not?
Driven by impulse, Paul leaned down, aiming to bite the side of her neck.
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“Paul!”
Taylor.
Yunice and Paul both stiffened, hearts hammering with guilt.
There was no talking their way out of this situation.
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Taylor’s high heels clicked authoritatively against the tile as she marched over and came to a stop in front of them..
Then she raised her hand–and slapped Paul hard across the face.