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The royal wedding rings were the final item of the evening–the showstopper. Before that, the auction offered up a string of appetizers.
Porcelain, fabrics, rare flowers, even a lighter and a horseshoe.
It felt less like a luxury auction and more like an upscale flea market.
What caught Yunice’s attention was that Wyatt bid on several lots of fabric–items no one else was really interested in. He secured them easily.
Then a Dunhill lighter came up, Yunice leaned forward slightly, her gaze lingering on it.
But Wyatt wasn’t looking at the stage–his eyes had shifted, sharp and cold, aimed at the general. seating above them.
Someone was ogling Yunice’s legs through the sheer layers of her dress. The man’s gaze had gone a bit too low, a bit too long.
As if he could feel Wyatt’s warning through the air, the man jumped to his feet and bolted from the room.
Someone else bought the lighter.
Yunice shifted back slightly in her seat, only then noticing that Wyatt’s arm was draped along the back of her chair, his entire posture angled protectively around her.
He looked down–thanks to the height
the tip of her nose. His voice was low, Terence, all he could see was the curve of her lashes and
liked that lighter?”
Before she could answer, he raised his paddle and said casually, but with a clear edge, “Bring it back. Re–auction it.”
Re–auction? At a one–and–done, no–return event like this?
Yunice quickly whispered, “Wyatt…”
He cut her off. “If you want something, just tell me. I’m not a mind reader. Don’t expect me to guess.”
He leaned back in his chair with a scowl, pulling out a cigarette case.
The auction organizer rushed over, bowing, holding the just–removed lighter. “Mr. Wyatt, there’s no need to bid again. Mr. Zimmer said… consider it a gift.”
That word was way too generous.
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she could
She took it.
It was weighty–made of crocodile leather, with gold and platinum components that resisted tarnish, and fueled by windproof, waterproof alcohol. Very sleek. Very functional
Wyatt held the cigarette in his mouth and patted his pockets, pretending to search for a flame.
Then came the soft click of a lighter
He looked up
Yunice held the flame out for him dose to his cigarette
Wyatt stared at her through the flame. his eyes filled with something predatory and amused.
He leaned forward slightly. The fire caught the tip of the cigarette.
Paul. seated far behind, was fuming–literally grinding his teeth.
Wyatt leaned back again, cigarette between his fingers. “Nice lighter.” he said with unhurried
satisfaction.
Yunice turned her attention back to the auction
But Wyatt’s eyes never left her.
Then came the final item, the royal wedding rings
Whispers buzzed through the crowd–everyone knewthis wouldn’t be easy. Plenty of engaged couples or hopeful romantics were ready to fight for this one–of–a–kind token of love.
Token of love!
The phrase startled Yunice. She didn’t look at Wyatt for a long time after that
The starting price was announced.
Bidding began in a flurry–but Wyatt didn’t lift his paddle.
He could’ve stepped in at any moment and taken control, but he just waited.
Instead, he took off his jacket and tossed it onto Yunice’s lap. “It’s hot,” he said.
So used to ordering people around.
Yunice folded the jacket neatly and placed it on her lap.
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