Chapter 417
418 Through the Glass
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Although the death rate wasn’t that high anymore, the aftereffects of infection were still serious.
Yunice had to be responsible–not just for herself, but for everyone else, too .
Wyatt stood off to the side, hands on his hips, fuming on his own.
Yunice locked herself up in the guest room and called out through the crack in the door, “Could you please bring my meal to the room? Thanks.”
The housekeeper looked at Wyatt with a troubled expression.
What now?
Wyatt took a deep breath, then flung his hand. “Bring her the food.”
The autumn rain came fast and left just as quickly. Yunice sat by the floor–to–ceiling window. On the other side of the glass was the garden room.
Full of blooming flowers and lush greenery, it was a sight for sore eyes after being shut away for two months.
Yunice sat on a cushion with her meal in hand, eating as she admired the view.
Her phone, resting on the wooden floor, buzzed twice. It was a message from the volunteer group
chat.
She opened it to find people sharing bits of their lives–finally out and free, everything looked fresh and full of life.
Some shared food, some posted photos of their pets, others shared selfies with family.
Yunice was in a good mood too and wanted to join in the fun. She thought for a moment, then picked up her phone and aimed it at the window.
She tried out different angles to capture the garden.
Suddenly, a shadow slipped into the frame–followed by a pair of long, straight legs wrapped in suit pants. that made her throat tighten at the sight.
Yunice looked up, her hand jerking the camera. The shot came out blurry, but she sent it to the
group
chat
anyway.
She glanced at the message–it was a photo of the flowers outside the window… and a very suggestive glimpse of a trim waist.
Since the photo was already blurry, she didn’t bother deleting it.
She set her phone down and looked out the window at Wyatt.
He stood beneath the awning, hands in his pockets, watching her through the glass.
Yunice remained seated, tilting her head as she looked back at him.
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What?
Wyatt’s eyes fell on her outfit, his brows arching in disapproval.
She’d spent the last two months in the hospital, usually wearing short sleeves. The weather was hot, and the layers of protective gear nearly gave her heat rash.
Realizing he was judging her clothes again, Yunice rested her chin on her hand and stared back at him.
Wyatt reached to the side–somewhere out of view from the window–and pulled up a dress like magic.
He held it up, gesturing for her to stand. Then he used the glass as a mirror, measuring the dress against her figure.
Satisfied, he handed the dress to a housekeeper.
A few minutes later, someone knocked on Yunice’s door.
She opened it and found a folded dress on a tray on the floor.
It was the same one Wyatt had just shown her.
Yunice looked back at him through the window.
Wyatt made a gesture, telling her to try it on.
Yunice touched the fabric. It was cool and smooth to the touch–made from silk, one of the luxury fabrics he had picked up at an auction.
But there was something thoughtful in the way it had been made.
The fabric had been used inside out.
Pure mulberry silk fabric was soft and smooth to the touch, yet still structured.
But it had a double–faced quality: the front was usually a deeper color and smoother, while the back was slightly rougher.
This dress had the smooth side on the inside, so it would be gentle on her skin.
Yunice thought it was clever and went to the dressing room to change.
Only then did she realize that the waist had been altered.
It was clearly smaller than the waistlines of her other dresses.
She raised an eyebrow, now even more curious who had made the dress–and how they had gotten her current measurements after two months.
Setting the question aside, Yunice stepped out of the dressing room and walked over to the glass to show it off.
Wyatt stood with his arms crossed. Judging by his expression, it was a success.
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After her little spin, Yunice sat back down.
Wyatt had a table and chairs brought out to the balcony.
Yunice sat inside the glass window; Wyatt sat just outside.
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Yunice played on her phone, while Wyatt stared at her through the glass like she was a prized jewel in a display case.
Yunice, used to his intense and ambiguous stares by now, calmly accepted his gaze … and kept playing on her phone.
In the time it took her to change clothes, the group chat had already exploded with over 99 new messages.
She scrolled to the beginning and saw that after she posted the photo, the group had been flooded with questions.
Was that her house?
She lived in Silverburgh and had such massive windows? And such a huge garden? With all those rare flowers?
Was she a trust fund kid?
But if she was rich, why would she work so hard volunteering? Her family must be way too chill.
The girls in the group spammed heart and drool emojis.
“Yunice, who is that!”
“Your brother? How old is he? Is he single? I think I’d make a great sister–in–law, just saying!”
“Got a Facebook link?”
“Yunice! Show us the whole face!”
Blushing emoji: “I don’t believe we’ve met. Are you new here, Your Majesty?”