Chapter 101: Chapter 101

Filippa's POV

An enticing aroma suddenly drifted into my nose, rousing me from sleep. “Baby, wake up. You haven't eaten all day.” Wyatt's voice suddenly sounded next to my ear.

My brows knitted in confusion. Shouldn't Wyatt be at home or work? Why was he here? Am I dreaming? However, upon recalling Wyatt's words, I understood immediately.

Wyatt must have left his work to feed me. Isn't he the type of person who puts my needs above everything? I opened my eyes, and my eyes fell on his impeccable, handsome face. “Hubby,” I called softly and rubbed my eyes languidly, yawning. I lightly pulled the blanket over me and tried to sit up.

Wyatt reached his hand out and supported me to sit up comfortably. He reached out his palm toward my forehead before using his other palm to touch his forehead. A few seconds later, he dropped both hands and kissed my lips softly. “You're fine.” He stated, and I nodded my head before lowering it.

Yes, I'm fine, even though I feel like I don't have the right to, but surprisingly, I was. But Rex, will he?

Wyatt suddenly took hold of my hand and stroked it, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Don't blame yourself. We'll take the steps one by one.” He consoled me and stroked my cheeks gently.

I raised my hand and stared at Wyatt in disbelief. Honestly, I expected Wyatt to hold annoyance or negative emotions of some sort toward me, but surprisingly, he only cared about making me fine. Is this what love is? I quickly shook my head to drive away the confusing thoughts for later. “Alright.” I nodded.

Wyatt smiled and patted my head. He reached out for a paper bag placed on the table and took out an exquisite set of lunch boxes. He arranged the lunch box next to a table and opened it. The enticing aroma pervaded the whole room, including my nose.

Wyatt took out clean cutlery from a section of the lunchbox and scooped a spoonful of the meal before raising it toward my mouth.

I parted my lips and took in the spoonful of meal, but the next second, I froze, and my eyes widened in shock and astonishment.

However, Wyatt seemed to be oblivious to my reaction because he reached out to take another spoonful for me.

Upon seeing Wyatt bring the spoon closer, I reached out to grab his hand, stopping him from advancing. Wyatt's brows arched, and he withdrew his hand. His actions were asking what I meant.

“Wyatt, it was you that night, right? You came that night, right?” I anxiously asked, even though I knew I needed no confirmation. My eyes fell on his deep black eyes, and my fists clenched in agitation.

I thought I was hallucinating about Wyatt's presence when I seemed to smell his sandalwood scent after I woke up. I thought I was hallucinating when I tasted the food, and seemed to find it miles more delicious than the school meal.

I've always believed I was hallucinating that night, but it turns out I wasn't. Wyatt really came that night.

I've always believed that Arya was the one who bathed me, dressed me, and tucked me into bed, but now I realize that it wasn't as I thought; all those actions were secretly performed by Wyatt. And just as I thought, the food wasn't ordered by Arya; rather, it was brought to the hostel by Wyatt, perhaps made by Wyatt also.

My eyes watered. Wyatt… Just how many things had he secretly done for me without my knowledge? If I hadn't found the taste of the meal familiar, I would never have known that when I cried into a stupor in Arya's hand after the school head incident, Wyatt came in to care for me.

Although I regretted how things ended up with Rex, I never regretted being with Wyatt. Rather, I had the feeling that losing such a wonderful man as Wyatt would have been the biggest regret of my life.

“Don't talk while eating.” Wyatt chided me and raised the spoon toward my mouth again. I smiled sweetly, nodded my head, and obediently opened my mouth.

Although Wyatt didn't reply to my questions, I knew his not denying them meant I was correct. This man is so wonderful.

Immediately, all my sad mood dissipated without a trace; instead, a guilty expression crept into my heart.

Wyatt had always cared for me, but what have I done to him in return? Nothing! Rather, I ended up breaking down for another man in his presence. With Wyatt comforting me without getting a bit annoyed. Why am I such a useless burden to him?

I bowed my head in remorse and grabbed Wyatt's hand. “Wyatt, I'm sorry. I broke down for another man in your…”

Before I could complete my words, Wyatt leaned forward and captured my lips in a soft, quick kiss. He parted from me and ruffled my hair slightly, his lips curving in a slight smile. “Silly. I knew you had attachments before I claimed you. Just having you is…”

“I love you.” I interrupted and pressed my lips against his. I quickly separated from him while blushing furiously upon seeing what I had just done.

“Bleh! I'm going to get overstuffed to death with dogfood. The love of two indifferent people is actually so sweet, mushy, and scary. I can't endure this anymore; I'm leaving. Sister-in-law, you and your brother occupying my room for your love affair means you owe me a favor. Bye,” Arya expressed with a feigned shiver and barfing. She stood up with her phone and a paper bag, like the one Wyatt took our lunchbox from, in her hand. Before Wyatt or I could say a thing, Arya strode out of the room, her black eyes shining with an undecipherable glint.

Upon seeing Arya, my eyes widened. Gosh, I can't believe that I had forgotten that Arya was in the room. I bit my lower lip in chide; how could I be so careless as to forget Arya's presence? Arya and I live in this room every day!

Doesn't that mean Arya has been witnessing all of Wyatt and I's moments from the beginning? Goddess, so embarrassing! I facepalmed myself in embarrassment.

Wyatt chuckled nonchalantly and reached out to stroke my hair. I puffed my cheeks and faintly glared at Wyatt. How can he be so calm? But upon recalling his demeanor, I wrinkled my nose in envy. Wyatt had always been the calm type. I don't doubt that he would be calm even if the world were about to perish. He had always had a leash on his emotions.

“It's nothing. She'll see more of it in the future. Get used to it.” Wyatt calmly articulated and positioned the spoon next to my lips.

I obediently parted my lips, finding Wyatt's sentence correct. But still, I can't help the embarrassment that crept through my whole system. However, upon recalling something, I snapped out of it.

I tilted my head in bewilderment and stared at Wyatt after chewing and swallowing the spoonful Wyatt positioned next to my lips. “Your favor should hold more weight than mine; why did Arya want my favor?” I inquired out of curiosity.

Wyatt is wealthy, has influence, and has many things, while I have nothing. Won't it have been better if Wyatt owed Arya? If I can remember right, I have nothing to offer, so what would Arya want from me?

“A crafty Arya understands better,” Wyatt replied in blasé, and I couldn't help but nod in agreement. After all, even if I racked my brain all day, I wouldn't be able to understand Arya's intentions either.

I picked up the other cutlery lying in its section and scooped a spoonful of meal before stretching it toward Wyatt's lips. I'm sure Wyatt hadn't eaten all day either, and when he finally brought in a meal, he only cared about feeding me, unbothered about himself. How could I continue watching? I should also be a good mate to him.

Wyatt nodded indifferently, but I couldn't fail to make out the softening of his expression. His lips parted slightly, and I carefully placed the spoonful of meal into his mouth before taking the empty spoon out.

Recalling something, I lowered my head and sighed. I just seemed to be causing trouble for Wyatt ever since we got together. “Wyatt, Oswald didn't…” Try to take advantage of this situation to cause trouble for Wyatt was what I wanted to say, but before I could complete my words...

Wyatt suddenly pinched my waist twice, causing me to jump slightly. His eyes darkened, and his hand reached out toward my breast hungrily. “Baby, I…”