Chapter 143: Chapter 143

She extended her hands, grabbed Wyatt’s face, and planted sweet kisses on his face. She burrowed into his embrace and rubbed her head against his chest. “Hubby Wyatt, don’t be annoyed at my silly mate; he just loves me too much,” she whispered in a tiny and coquettish voice that's capable of tugging at the heartstrings of any man.

She turned to Oswald and slightly flicked his head with her fingers. She smacked her lips together and formed an unhappy pout.

As if deciphering something, Oswald's eyes squinted with a cunning glint. He pointed at his right cheek as if signifying that she should plant a kiss on it.

She nodded sweetly and planted a kiss on Oswald's right cheek immediately. As soon as she did, she poked Oswald's nose warningly. “Don’t trouble my Wyatt, nasty mate. My Wyatt is going through a lot.” She imposed while baring her teeth as if to throw off her authority.

Unfortunately for her, her actions appeared to be extremely adorable. She sat down immediately.

Oswald's lips curved and a sense of delight crept into him as if he had just deciphered an important detail. He nodded his head joyfully. “Ehn.”

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Raising my head, I discovered that the ambiance in the restaurant had turned tense and weird. My brows furrowed immediately. Why did I find the expression on their faces weird?

Wyatt has a gloomy and dark expression on his face, while Oswald has an amusing and meaningful expression on his face. I only blink for a few seconds; is that enough for a change to occur?

My finger traced my lips, finding something unusual. Why do my lips seem to carry agarwood and sandalwood scents at the same time?

I shrugged immediately. It might be because we are all in the same vicinity. After all, it can't be that I kissed both of them, right? That's a death wish.

At the thought of something, my pupils constricted. It can't be... I gripped the side of my clothes and turned to Wyatt curiously, my heart racing slightly. Unconsciously, my breath hitched.

‘Hubby, did something happen to me? Did I act unusual?’ I questioned Wyatt through our mind link.

Thinking about it now, I only recall up to when Oswald growled at me warningly and Wyatt slammed at him in return. My eyes dilated. It can't be. No. It can't happen so soon.

I  just blacked out before we came here. It really can't be.

It only happens in a few days, right? It doesn't occur so regularly, right? Even though the thoughts were enough to calm me down, I found myself unable to calm down. I only want Wyatt's words.

Oswald lazily stretched his body and leaned back on the dining chair. “If it’s happened again.” He paused and whistled meaningfully. “It’s straight bedding.” Oswald suddenly conveyed a cunning glint in his eyes.

Wyatt’s expression changed coldly, and he directed an icy glare at Oswald. “You don't dare!” He slammed, only for Oswald's lips to curve up provocatively as if to challenge Wyatt.

I furrowed my brows while trying to wonder what was going on between the two. Why do they seem as if they were at each other's throats? My eyes fell on Wyatt, and I tilted my neck curiously. “Wyatt?”

Wyatt’s mood softened, his expression softened, and he ran his hand through my hair as if to calm me down. “It’s work. Relax.” He coaxed in a patient and soft voice.

Immediately, I felt the illusionary burden I carried dissipate. It turns out that I didn't black out or cause trouble. The thoughts made me regain my brimming mood.

Oswald’s eyes flickered with a crafty glint, and his lips curved up. He picked up a glass of water and raised it toward his lips. “It’s sure work.” He enunciated with a meaningful grin on his face. As so. As he was done, he raised the glass toward his lips to take a sip of water. He casually placed the cup on the table and leaned back on the chair with a cunning glint on his face.

My face turned cold, and I glared at Oswald fiercely.

Clearly, Wyatt and I were the ones talking; why was Oswald chiming in our conversation? I glared at Oswald unhappily. “Until when will you stop being a stalker and third party?” I chided him.

Upon hearing my question, Oswald's face brightened, and his eyes lit up as if he had been expecting me to ask him the question all this time. My face turned cold, and I snorted immediately. What the hell is this jerk alpha being happy for?

“Soon,” Oswald responded. Immediately, Oswald's eyes glimmered meaningfully, and his lips curved up in an indecipherable manner. “The time has come.” He straightened his back and raised his chin before muttering meaningfully.

I furrowed my brows, finding myself unable to understand any of the words Oswald was saying. But I understood something: Oswald was telling me that he would stop stalking me soon.

Upon realizing this, I heaved a sigh of relief and silently whispered a thank you to the goddess. Although Wyatt hasn’t said anything now, it can’t be going this way forever. Someday, Wyatt will be unable to bear the presence of the clingy Oswald.

I raised my hand to pat my chest but lowered it when I noticed Wyatt’s expression darkening increasingly. His expression darkened so much that I couldn’t help being alarmed by it.

I stretched out my hand and held Wyatt’s hand, my eyes fixated on him due to worry. "Wyatt, are you okay?” I questioned. I bit my lower lip and clenched my fist in anxiety.

I could remember that Wyatt seemed excited about our date initially, but ever since Oswald tagged along, Wyatt’s moods changed. I directed a sharp glare at Oswald; he must be the reason.

Upon hearing my question, Wyatt’s expression turned calm, and he nodded. He extended his hand and caressed my hair softly before directing a warning glare at Oswald. He turned to me, his lips curving up. His eyes landed on the meal. “Are you good now? Shall we go?”

“Let’s go home, Wyatt.” I solemnly responded, knowing that as long as Oswald was present, Wyatt and I wouldn’t be having our time.