Chapter19


    AssoonasWilsonsaidthat,heleisurelyunbuttonedthecorofhisshirt.Aseeminglyordinaryactionlookedexceptionallysexyandenticing


    whenhedidit.


    “Youdidthis.Howareyougoingtotakeresponsibility?”


    Lookingatthrgebitemarkonhiscorbone,Yvettebitherlipandblinkedhereyessomewhatguiltily.


    Didshereallybitehim?Whycouldn’tsherememberanything?


    “What’swrong?”Wilson’sdeepandcasualvoicesoundedagain.“Youdon’twanttotakeresponsibility?”


    Yvettetilted herhead,seriously consideringitforamomentExclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.


    Shedidn’tmindtakingresponsibilityforhimbecauseofhislooks.Afterall,shehadmoney andcould affordtosupporthim


    Takingsomeresponsibilitywouldn’tbeabigdeal.


    Wilson didn’tknowwhatshewasthinkingSeeingthatshehadherheadbowedandremainedsilentforalongtime,hedidn’tcontinueonthetopic.Instead,heraisedhishandandgentlyrubbedherhead.


    “Alright,Iwon’tteaseyouanymore.Drinkthehangoversoup,theedownstairsforbreakfast,”hesaidgently.


    Wettedidn’tmindhistouch.Sheliftedhereyesto lookathim.“Youdon’twantmetotakeresponsibilityanymore?”


    Wilsonsmiledfaintly,makinghimlook extremelysexy


    “Thatcanbediscusseter.Let’sgodownstairsforbreakfastfirst.”


    Hewouldmakeherwillinglytakeresponsibilityoneday.


    AfterYvettefinishedwashingup,sheleisurelywalkeddownstairs,whereshesawvariousbreakfastdisheidoutonthetable.Thebottle ofmilkwasthesamebrand shehastnight.


    Wilsonevenrememberedthissmalldetail.


    “Ididn’tknowwhatyoulikedtoeat,sothatthekitchenpreparealittlebitofeverything


    Listeningtohisexnation,Yvettefeltastrangetinglingsensationinherheart,butitwastoofastforhertoevenrecognizewhatthatfeelingwas.


    “Thankyou.”Afterexpressinghergratitude,Yvettesatdownandstartedtoeatbreakfastslowly.


    Wilson’stenderandindulgentgazefellonherashesilentlynoteddownwhatshelikedtoeat.


    WhenYvettehadeatenenoughandwasabouttoleave,Wilsonspokeagain.“I’vehadyourmotorcyclerepairedandsentover.It’sparkedintheyard.Youcantakeitwheneveryouwant.”


    Yvettenodded.“Okay.”


    “Aren’tyougoingtosaysomethingnicetothankme?”


    Yvetteloweredhereyesandthoughtseriouslyforamoment,thensqueezedoutasentence.“You’rereallyagoodfriend.”


    Wilsonchuckledandlookedatherintensely.“Don’tfriendzonemelikethat.”


    Hedidn’twanttobeseenasagoodfriend.


    Moreover,hehadneverharboredanygoodintentionstowardher.Healwayshadsecretmotivesagainsther,sohecouldn’tbearhersayinghewasagoodfriend.