Chapter 77: Chapter 77

In the chat interface lay a video from Rex with the tag: used this.

Used what? I knitted my brows and clicked on the video.

A video of me on my first day of training with the rogues immediately began to play; a few seconds later, it changed and showed the scene where I was asked to battle with multiple rogues at the same time. After a few seconds, the video was changed to another one.

The videos kept playing and changing until the last training I had with Rex. All the scenes involved only the rogues and me; no image of Rex popped up.

I closed my eyes, feeling warmth, and strange emotions crept into my heart. When did Rex take videos of this? How did he know what happened? I felt all sorts of emotions surge through me.

I knew no one would sincerely care for me like Rex did, and it brought tears to my eyes.

A strong urge to see him invaded my mind. I wanted to run toward Rex, hug him, and tell him that he was the best. I opened my eyes and quickly typed. 'Where are you, Rex?'

'Busy.' Rex simply texted and replied immediately. For a clingy Rex to not visit me all these days and to reply with a word, I can't fathom how busy he is.

I can't deny that he really takes care of me well and does many things for me. Do I even deserve him?

I sighed and tried to keep my overwhelming emotions at bay. I bit my lower lip and typed. 'No problem, right?'

I hoped the vampire clan wasn't having any problems. Although I'm not a member of the vampire clan, I simply have no thoughts of hating vampires, just like every other werewolf. Perhaps it's all because of Rex.

'Nothing I'm not used to.' Rex texted after a few seconds.

I heaved a sigh of relief and texted again, 'Can you show up on Sunday?'

Initially, I planned to see Rex today or tomorrow, but seeing how busy he was, I reckon he would have the time to.

'For you,' he texted after a few minutes.

I smiled, feeling the invasion of those sweet emotions. I knew that Rex must have pushed things off his schedule just to make time for me. I can't wait to see Rex.

I felt that strong emotion surge and stir up strongly. I decided to act on it and never suppressed it; after all, it had been decided that Rex and I would be together.

'I missed you, okay? Be my teacher again.'

'Silly, I knew you'd been lazing off. It's just a holiday for you.'

Upon seeing Rex's reply, I let out a sigh of relief. It was just a holiday from Rex and nothing more. Rex isn't leaving and will continue teaching me. Great! I find myself so eager for our next class!

The clarification from Rex made me happy, and I quickly typed. 'What's your favorite meal?'

'You. Missed you.'

My face flushed at the reply. If it were before, I would have protested and kicked Rex for flirting with me, but now I feel warm and happy.

I ran my hand through my hair. How's it so easy to switch emotions these days? Is it only me, or is that extremely normal? 'Rex.' I could only text. I have a lot of words I want to say, but I feel too shy to send a voicemail. Besides, Wyatt is next to me.

A list of six meals was suddenly sent by Rex. 'Overall, you're my favorite, wifey.' Rex texts were accompanied by a wink.

My face turned red. My eyes turned half-lidded, and I smacked my lips together. Rex is too much of a flirt! Still, I don't feel any iota of anger.

Moreover, all of Rex's favorites were my favorite meals back before Mom and Dad died. I didn't expect him to still recall everything perfectly!

'My favorites.'

'Your favorite will always be mine. See you on Sunday! I have to leave. Bye, Wifey.'

I stupidly held my phone and carefully reread the messages one by one, yet I didn't get tired of it even after reading for the umpteenth time.

I kept enjoying the warmth and love that the texts kept emitting, and I greedily enjoyed it.

I was so lost in looking at the chat interface that it was when the car came to a stop that I snapped out of my fantasy. I looked out of the window to discover that we were already at Wyatt's car park.

A hot stare was suddenly pinned on me.

I pursed my lips and turned slightly to discover that Wyatt's eyes were fixed on my face.

In Wyatt's gaze, I seemed to find longing, hurt, and joy swirling in his eyes.

I felt the tension slowly build in the car, making me lower my head.

Was I right in my observation? Was the emotion in Wyatt's eyes meant for me?

I quickly shook my head to disagree. No. How can it be? Although Wyatt had kissed me three or four times, I'm not sure that he could like someone like me that much.

Moreover, since when has Wyatt been looking at me?

My lips parted, but before I could say a word, Wyatt's expression turned blank.

Wyatt's eyes turned glazed, and he alighted from the car without saying a word while still carrying my bag.

I sighed and alighted from the car immediately. Quietly, I walked behind Wyatt.

Soon, Wyatt began to ascend the stairs that led to his bedroom after placing my bag on one of the sofas. I bit my lower lip and stared at Wyatt's straight back.

I didn't know the reason I was so bothered by the meaning of his gaze. Before I could stop myself, I found myself asking, "Wyatt, what's our status?"

Wyatt paused and turned to stare at me with an enigmatic gaze. Different, indecipherable emotions run through his eyes.

"What do you think? He coldly retorted and left. Before I could process it, Wyatt slammed the door hard and left me stunned and confused.

I smacked my lips together in grievance. If I had known, I'd never have asked him. I huffed in indignation and began to make my way to my room. Wyatt and his half-or-no reply are really confusing!