I squinted my eyes in pleasure and leaned in Wyatt's embrace while he strode toward the mansion, carrying me in bridal-style, his steps unhurried and steady.

 

Although our date had ended abruptly due to a certain jerk, being in Wyatt's presence and having Wyatt accompany me was the best feeling ever.

 

The sudden and familiar smooth honk of a car broke the calmness and attracted our attention. 

 

I almost faltered when I saw Oswald's car sleekly drive into the compound before parking next to Wyatt's car.

 

I gritted my due to helplessness and mixed emotions. Can this person not be so shameless? Can he learn to give us our space?...