Chapter 230 His Self–Control
Counting the days, there was less than a week left.
Kingsley said, “Wait for it. When you get married, I’ll give you a big gift.”
Yunice laughed. “Alright, Mr. Kingsley.”
→Finished
Kingsley shook his head indulgently, then poured himself another cup of tea from the teapot.
Seeing that Kingsley was tired, Yunice quietly left the psychiatric hospital.
When she returned, it was still early, but as soon as she appeared within the hospital grounds, her phone buzzed.
Yunice opened her phone to see a red dot bouncing on the map.
Following the direction, Yunice indeed saw Wyatt’s car in the parking lot.
Wyatt is here at the hospital?
In the hospital room, Wyatt was looking at the SATs paper Yunice had left on the bed. He furrowed his brow, clearly struggling to understand it.
Holding a pen in his hand, he tried to write answers on the paper but couldn’t make sense of it. After drawing two large black circles, he still hadn’t figured it out, frustrated enough to want to tear the paper apart.
Then he remembered it was Yunice’s paper, so he patiently tried to flatten it out again.
At that moment, he caught a glimpse of movement in the corner of his eye.
Raising his eyebrows, he turned his head to see Yunice standing at the door.
Yunice was holding a thick stack of books in her arms, all full of papers that he couldn’t even begin to understand.
He grabbed his cane and walked over to Yunice, his eyes briefly scanning the books before returning to her face. “Where did you go?”
Yunice replied, “There’s a study room downstairs in the cafe. I went to study.”
After saying that, she walked past Wyatt, entered the room, and reached for the paper with the two black circles on it. “When did you arrive?”
Wyatt wouldn’t admit that he had been waiting here for two hours. His brow twitched, and he said, “I just got here.”
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practice booklet.
Finished
This action left Wyatt momentarily stunned, but soon a small spark of pride flashed in his eyes.
Yunice had a mild form of obsessive–compulsive disorder. Her papers were always neat and tidy. even her calculations were always written uniformly, the same size and alignment.
Wyatt’s two black circles had truly bothered her, but she didn’t throw the paper away.
When Wyatt saw Yunice tidying up the desk, he approached and tugged at her sleeve a little.
In the car accident, Yunice’s car had rolled over several times, but because of that, the car wasn’t seriously damaged, which had protected her from injury.
However, when she had been thrown out of the car window, she had sustained multiple soft tissue bruises and abrasions. After several days of recovery, the scabs on the wounds had all fallen ofl.
Wyatt said, “Luckily, no scars remain.”
Seeing that he wouldn’t let go of her sleeve, Yunice couldn’t help but turn her head to meet his
gaze.
She found Wyatt staring at her intently. His eyes were like a calm sea on a sunny day, peaceful on the surface but with currents stirring beneath. His ga
was deep and focused.
Yunice instinctively felt danger, but Wyatt moved first, pressing against her waist and blocking her retreat.
Her heart pounded. She could feel Wyatt’s proximity, his breath brushing against her neck, almost tangible, sending a tingling sensation straight to her sensitive spots.
Wyatt clearly wanted to do something but held back.
After a moment of tension, Wyatt muttered hoarsely, “Let me hold you.”
It was more of a statement, and before Yunice could respond, he pulled her into his embrace.
Yunice could feel his intense desire, suppressed desire!
Recalling many past instances, Yunice finally came to a passive conclusion.
“Do you have a sex addiction?”
Yunice’s voice exploded in his ear, and Wyatt’s movements stalled for a moment, but he didn’t release her. His jaw rested against her shoulder, trying to touch her.
Yunice knew that for someone with a sex addiction, this level of restraint was extraordinary.
Yunice tentatively asked, “Should I prescribe you some medication?”
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“I can’t push you away.”
Finished
“Heh.” Wyatt laughed in a suppressed manner, then kissed her neck again, his kisses soft and frequent. Unable to resist, his hands moved to tear open her collar, exploring down her body.
Just as he was about to lose himself. Paul’s words suddenly exploded in his mind.
No matter how much he did with Yunice, her mind would always think of Paul’s face.
Wyatt’s expression instantly grew cold. He gripped Yunice’s arm, and after a long pause, he calmed the raging fire within him and finally released her.
Yunice looked at him in confusion. Is his self–control really that strong?
Wyatt glanced at her. Her calmness only made him feel like she had resigned herself.
Neither of them spoke, and neither understood the other’s feelings.
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