Chapter 132 Going Separate Ways
Yunice looked at Wyatt again.
There was another mason why men’s heads shouldn’t be touched.
A man’s head and a women’s mottare off–limits unless they’re a couple.
Yunice raised her eyebrows at the other feather in Wyant’s hair. Who exactly is he staying chaste for?
Was it the women who had been thrown out of the mansion the other day?
Wyatt stooped and got into the car. Jordan glanced at Yunice.
She clutched her backpack and stared at the mountain road. Hardly any cars passed the cemetery this late at night.
So she got into Jordan’s car and sat in the back seat with Wyatt.
Jordan buckled his seat belt and casually asked. “Wyatt, are you going back to Pavilion Hall?”
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But mid–sentence, Jordan suddenly realized that Yunice was still in the car, so he quickly changed his words, “Ms. Saunders, where are you going: Shall I drop you off first”
Yunice clutched her bag and said, “No need. Just drop me off where I can catch a ride.”
Jordan looked at Wyatt again, but Wyant had his fingers pressed to his lips and was staring out the window. He had no intention of insisting that Yunice go with them, nor did he seem to want to take her back to Pavilion Hall.
Yunice glanced at Wyatt
Pavilion Holli Watt’s private residence. Normally, I would have moved in after the wedding.
So it wouldn’t have been a big deal to let me stay there before the wedding.
But Wyatt hadn’t groen tacit permission. Maybe it meant that he hadn’t accepted me yet and didn’t want me to invade his private space.
Or maybe someone already lived there.
Either way. I didn’t care. I never had any real expectations of Wyatt.
Jordan started the car. Soon they entered the busy downtown area, and the traffic began to thicken
Out of nowhere, Wyatt spoke. “Pull over”
He made a hand gesture. “Give her a ride.”
Yunice understood immediately; he wanted to send me away.
She wasn’t clueless. When she heard that, she immediately said, “No need. I can get a cab myself.”
Without hesitation, she opened the door and stepped out.
At the same time, there was a click from the other side. The driver’s door opened, and Jordan stepped out.
He closed the door, flagged down a cab, tossed a few bills into the front seat, and said to the driver. “I got your license plate. Make sure she gets there safe.
Then he turned to Yunice.
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Chapter 132 Going Separate Ways
“Where to now, Wyatt
“Gardison Residence.
…Jordan’s eyes flickered, then he quietly turned the car around.
Meanwhile, the taxi still hadn’t moved. The driver reminded her, “Seat belt, miss.”
Yunice reached over to fasten her seatbelt and looked up. Wyatt’s car was headed the opposite direction of Pavilion Hall.
The cabbie stepped on the gas. Two cars, two paths, quickly disappearing from each other’s view,
Yunice pulled her eyes away and looked out at the bright lights of the city.
The driver asked where she was going.
But Yunice had no answer at that moment.
In a city full of lights, not a single one was hit for me.
I wasn’t even married yet, but I was already living like a hollow shell of a marriage.
I had no idea how long it would take to escape this relationship or when I would finally have a life that was truly my own.
“Take me to the Northvale Cemetery,” Yunice said.
I had thought before I couldn’t take the ashes to Maplevale Estate, not when that is Margaret’s home.
So I bought a plot that night, signed the paperwork, and buried Dad’s ashes the next day.
Meanwhile, the Saunders family was in chaos.
Lily stood before Will’s disturbed grave with a priest, her face tense. “Priest, can it still be suppressed?”
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The priest stroked his beard calmly. “It’s fine. As long as we have the birth details and a drop of blood from a blood relative, we can suppress him no matter where the ashes are.”
“That’s easy!” Lily brightened and pulled Owen over. “Owen, give him some blood so he can set the formation!”
Owen hadn’t slept all night. His face was pale and drawn.
He frowned, and seeing Lily so happy only made him more irritated.
He pushed her aside and suddenly grabbed the priest by the collar, lifting him off the ground. “You really believe in ghosts and spirits?”
Lily was stunned. She rushed forward and tried to pull him back. “Owen, let go. Don’t be rude to the priest!”
Owen snapped, “There are no ghosts! He’s just a scam artist trying to take your money. I should have him arrested right now!”
The priest’s face changed. He pushed Owen away and ran, shouting as he fled, “How dare you insult me? Just wait! You’re going to be cursed!”
