Chapter 102: Chapter 102

I shrunk back and quickly used the blanket to cover myself from Wyatt's penetrating and hungry gaze. I felt a shiver course through my spine at the intensity of his gaze.

Wyatt had been fine all along; why did he suddenly become hungry for me?

Quickly, I tried to recall our conversation, and suddenly it clicked.

All this while, I have been talking about other men, never talking about ourselves. It can't be that Wyatt is annoyed about that, can it? I tilted my neck in confusion.

However, I quickly shook my head, eliminating the option.

No, if that's what Wyatt wanted, he'd have gone straight to the topic, so that could only mean one thing. Wyatt doesn't want me to ask about the current relationship between Oswald and him.

I quickly waved my hand and pushed his needy big hand away with my small ones. “Alright, I won't ask anymore, hubby.” I quickly cried out before Wyatt could press me down, which would make me unable to fight back.

And just like I expected, Wyatt leaned back, his darkened eyes turned glazed, his expression turned calm, and he continued to feed me calmly again. His impeccable, handsome face was cold to the bone, making me amazed. How can this man be so good at switching expressions?

Immediately, I smacked my lips and pressed my lips in a thin line. Wyatt is so scheming. If he didn't want me to ask, he could have said so. Why does he have to scare me so badly? But, thinking about it, this was the only method to make me stop asking.

If Wyatt had calmly told me to stop asking, I could have tried to act cute or used some method to get a reply.

However, whenever it comes to introducing bed affairs to talk, I'd have no choice but to lose. After all, I don't have Wyatt's exceptional stamina.

I also scooped up the meal and continued to feed Wyatt, not talking anymore until we were done eating.

Wyatt calmly packed up the lunch box and neatly arranged it before putting it in the paper bag. He turned to me and stretched his hands at me. “Come, I'll bathe you.” Wyatt beckoned.

Upon hearing Wyatt's words, I shrunk back, covered my chest, and stared at him defensively, recalling how Wyatt's claim to bathe me in the morning ended up with me getting eaten by him.

I knew that once Wyatt saw me naked, he would be unable to control himself, so I don't believe that he would let me go without eating me like he did in the morning.

Moreover, this is the hostel—Arya's and my hostel. What face do I have to continue sleeping here if Arya's cousin and I did such a thing in Arya and my hostel?

Wyatt pursed his lips, a hint of sleeplessness written on his face. “Do I have such an image in your eyes?” He arched his brows and inquired.

I smacked my lips and glared at him in grievance. “Tell me who told me he could fuck well and ended up doing more than that during the last two weeks." I retorted with a pout, my legs placed on top of one another, swinging playfully.

Wyatt reached out to stroke my hair; his brows arched enigmatically. “One-year-stand, huh? Just two weeks, and you're this petrified?” He stated, his lips curving up in a wicked smirk.

My eyes widened in alarm, and my lips parted in a shocked gasp. I quickly covered myself with the blanket, only revealing my eyes and hair, and totally shrank away from Wyatt's reach.

I understand the subtle meaning behind Wyatt's words. I thought this man had let the one-year-stand topic go; I didn't realize that this man was still hunting me fervently. It turns out that this beta had no intention of letting me go ever since I mentioned one-year-stand.

I smacked my lips together, resisting the urge to beat myself up. Why do I have to play this kind of joke on Wyatt? Now he is ready to do according to what I mistakenly asked for which I had no strength for.

Crocodile tears pooled in my eyes, and my lips smacked together. I cautiously stretched my hand toward Wyatt before wrapping it around his elegant and beautiful neck. I couldn't resist the urge to caress his smooth neck and the beautiful mate mark that contrasted with his skin. I stroked the mark twice and stared at him with teary eyes.

Upon touching Wyatt, his eyes darkened.

Seeing his reactions, I quickly retracted my hands, afraid that I'd be fanning the flame instead of turning it off like I planned to.

"Wyatt, hubby, you can't be like this. It's just a light joke. Just a light joke.” I cried out in a thin, soft tone and laid my head on his chest while sniveling pitifully.

I reached out to touch my aching waist and purposely winced softly, “Didn't you pity me? I have to walk around, limping today. My back, waist, and body kept aching all because of you. For two weeks, I had no rest. No rest. How could you hold such a little grudge and be so calculative with me? Am I not your baby anymore? Am I not?” I sniffed dramatically and parted ways from him before jabbing his chest with my index finger.

Wyatt's lips curved slightly, clearly amused by my act. An indecipherable glint suddenly flickered through his eyes.

“Baby.” Wyatt leaned toward me and kissed me softly before pulling me up in a bridal carry and striding toward the bathroom.

“You…” I could only call in helplessness.

Despite all my acts, this man seems to be unmoved and persistent. I almost facepalmed myself. Why am I such a poor actress? Ugh! I guess this was what I asked for.

“After such a lengthy speech and cute dramatic acts, even if I want to, I can't bear to.” Wyatt suddenly spoke up, making my eyes light up.

Wyatt means that he has no intention to touch me anymore. I wonder if the one-year-stand is also included. “You're the best, hubby.” I raised my hand and gave Wyatt a thumbs-up.

Wyatt's lips curved up, and he strode toward the bathroom before opening it by turning the doorknob.

Sweeping my gaze at the bathroom, I found out that the bath had already been prepared. I understood that it must have been before Wyatt woke me up.

My heart felt as if it had been tickled with willow, making it exceptionally sweet at that moment.

My gaze couldn't help but fall on Wyatt's impeccable features. Just what did I do to deserve this amazing man? He's one of the best things that happened to me after my ‘death.’

Wyatt gently undresses me before dipping me into the warm bathtub, having no intention to get in himself.

I smiled craftily and leaned back on the bathtub, resting my chin on my palm. “Hubby, when are you giving me space?” I inquired with a coy smile. After all, since Wyatt isn't joining me, that means I should be the one to bathe myself.

“What language is that?” He retorted and picked up the necessities I needed to take a bath before walking toward me, clearly intending to bathe me.

What language is space? Seriously? My jaw dropped in shock. How can this man be so cold, amazing, and shameless at the same time?

“Baby?” Wyatt suddenly called after lathering his palm with my face cleanser.

I opened my eyes and tilted my head in curiosity. “Wyatt?”

“Let's get married.” Wyatt proclaimed, his gaze serious and solemn, shocking me.

“Wedding?” My eyes flew wide open in shock, and I couldn't help but exclaim in shock.

Although I knew getting married was the next step Wyatt and I would take after getting mated, I couldn't believe that I'd forgotten something like getting married. How could I be so forgetful?

Forgetful? My brows furrowed. Talking about forgetfulness. I couldn't help the strange feeling that kept gnawing at me to remind me that I had forgotten something important.

Forgotten something important? I tilted my head while trying to rack my brain. What could it be?

“I know you're still sad, but I want to fully make you mine as quick as I can." Wyatt expressed, his gaze very solemn.

However, deep in his gaze, I could see him expressing that he was willing to stay patient until I was ready if I was not ready to get married to him now.

I lowered my head in awkwardness and twisted my fingers, causing the atmosphere to turn tense.

Wyatt's understanding and calm gaze immediately broke. “No?” He pronounced, his voice holding a trace of coldness, unhappiness, anger, helplessness, and myriads of emotions.

I paused my lips and nodded my head, causing his calmness to disappear.

Wyatt's fists clenched, and his eyes turned glazed. His lips parted, but before he could say a word, I glared at him and interrupted.

“Who proposed like this? Where's my flower? Where's the special garden or that beautiful place? Boohoo!” I suddenly burst into feigned tears and sniffed dramatically. “Wyatt, proposing to me like this? Why?” I cried out.

Wyatt froze slightly, seeming surprised by my reactions and reply. Clearly, he hadn't expected that my reactions were meant to trick him. I knew he thought I meant the earlier alienation.

Suddenly Wyatt burst into laughter, and he reached out to ruffle my hair until it got tousled.

“Tricking hubby?” Wyatt chided helplessly, and I pursed my lips before nodding my head solemnly.

“I'll marry you, Wyatt,” I seriously proclaimed. When it comes to Wyatt's request, I'll never reject him. Not to talk about such a happy thing as officially becoming one with Wyatt; I looked forward to it.

I couldn't help the joy that overwhelmed me; I could feel Maia's happiness. Maia is clearly happy that we're finally getting together with one of our mates.

Wyatt's lips curved, and he leaned forward to kiss me. “I'll never let you suffer grievances, wife.” He proclaimed seriously.