The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 230

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.”

Chapter 230 His Self–Control

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.

After a moment of tension, Wyatt muttered hoarsely, “Let me hold you.”

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