Chapter 459

460 A Marriage of Strangers
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After finishing in the lab, Yunice returned to Pavilion Hall.
As she changed her shoes at the entrance, she noticed that the pair Wyatt had worn that morning was missing from the rack–he hadn’t come home.
“Mr. Wyatt has a meeting at the office–he won’t be home carly…”
“Mr. Wyatt isn’t at the office today…”
The two conflicting statements echoed in Yunice’s mind. She knew Wyatt had lied.
Logic told her not to care. She’d never expected fidelity from him anyway. But her chest felt heavy, like someone had stuffed a cotton ball into her lungs.
She picked up her slippers but didn’t put them on. After hesitating for a few seconds, she set them back down on the rack and turned to leave Pavilion Hall.
I need to know for sure .
She went to the underground garage, picked a car, and drove off without informing anyone. Her destination: Gardison Residence.
Kingsley had once helped her track Wyatt before—he knew exactly where that woman lived.
Yunice had a feeling that Wyatt’s lie had to do with Nora.
Once she arrived near the area, she ditched the car and proceeded on foot.
After walking a few rounds, Yunice realized the villa was heavily guarded and equipped with high–tech surveillance. Cameras would catch anyone approaching.
She didn’t want Wyatt to know she’d come, so she returned to her car.
The sky was glowing with streaks of sunset.
Then she saw it–the villa gate opened, and a familiar car pulled out.
It was Wyatt’s. No doubt about it.
Yunice’s heart dropped.
So it’s true…
After his car had fully driven off, she took a long detour on foot, just in case they crossed paths and he suspected something.
Because of the roundabout route, she ended up getting home later than Wyatt.
As she opened the front door, she didn’t even have to lift her head–she first saw a pair of leather shoes by the entrance.
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Looking up, she found Wyatt waiting there.
His brow was furrowed. “Where did you go by yourself? Why are you back so late?”
Normally, the butler would accompany her on outings.
She was too delicate–what if someone tried to snatch her off the street?
Yunice stared at him. Her first instinct was to snap back that he hadn’t come home any earlier.
But she decided it wasn’t worth it.
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“I went to visit Melina at the mental hospital,” she said evenly. “On the way back I got turned around–took a few wrong turns.”
Wyatt asked, “Which car did you take?”
Yunice gave him a flat look. “The Alfa Romeo. The one collecting dust.”
Maybe sensing her irritation, Wyatt didn’t press further. He stepped aside to let her pass.
After dinner, Yunice stood to go for a walk in the garden. Wyatt said, “I’ll come with you.”
Pavilion Hall’s gardens were softly lit with ambient lighting–it looked the same day or night. Yunice strolled slowly. “Can you pull some strings to get my mom released?”
Wyatt glanced over. “Feeling sentimental?”
She nodded faintly. “He has always been good to me. I can’t treat my mother too coldly in front of him. I don’t want to disappoint him.”
Wyatt said, “That’s not hard.”
Yunice added, “She should be released–but not too easily.”
“I understand.”
They walked on in silence.
It struck both of them how little they actually spoke outside of business matters. It was as if–when there was no agenda–they had nothing in common at all.
If it were Nora , Yunice thought bitterly, he’d probably have his arm around her . They’d be talking about work , gossiping about annoying employees , joking about mutual friends …
But none of that involves me .
I’ve stepped into his world , but never really become part of it .
After the walk, Yunice was the first to suggest going back to their room.
Wyatt didn’t linger outside. After washing up, Yunice was already in her pajamas and lying in bed when he finally came in.
She lay on her side, facing the edge of the bed. She felt the mattress dip beside her.
Usually, when she was lying down, Wyatt would casually place his hand on her stomach like he owned it.
But tonight, nothing.
She felt the mattress shift again–he must’ve turned over, likely facing away.
Yunice lay on her side, eyes wide open.
This must be what they mean by “sharing a bed but dreaming different dreams.”
Wyatt had seen Nora today. And now he was lying next to her, the wife he barely touched.
He must be feeling guilty , she thought. That’s probably why he won’t come near me tonight .