The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 564

apter 564 Smokescreens and Misfires

Chapter 564 Smokescreens and Misfires

Yunice was stunned speechless. As the woman happily tipped her pear pic and raid her m Yunice stood stiff as a board.

Wyatt’s voice brushed her ear. “You really don’t trust me, do you?”

She turned, flustered–and her soft lips accidentally grazed Wyatt’s check.

He smiled faintly, then slowly straightened. Only after she stepped away did he lower his eyes to glance a the wet patch on his shirt.

Pear juice wasn’t like water–it was thick and sticky with sweetness.

Soaking through his shirt, it clung unpleasantly, Worse, the night air quickly turned that warm into a freezing, clammy chill.

Yunice felt her cheeks heat with guilt. She had spilled it. She had wronged him. She couldn’t just let Wyatt freeze like this.

“Do you have a change of clothes in the car?” she asked, face flushed.

Wyatt raised an eyebrow. “Who keeps spare clothes in their car?”

He was looking at her the way he always did–predatory and intent, as though constantly plotting how to devour her.

Yunice met his gaze. That line–who keeps spare clothes in their car–lingered in her mind, and her throat tightened involuntarily.

When she didn’t come up with a solution, Wyatt said in a low voice, “Let’s buy something. There’s a store nearby. It won’t take long.”

Yunice hesitated. What if news broke while they were gone?

But Wyatt stood there, pitifully damp, his soaked shirt shivering in the breeze.

Yunice sighed in defeat. “Fine, but let’s be quick.”

The nearby shop wasn’t a luxury brand–just a basic clothing store.

Yunice darted in, scanning racks of clothes. Wyatt followed, casting one disdainful glance at the store’s tragically tasteless layout.

But trying another shop would waste time.

To make up for her mistake, Yunice threw herself into the task of

was panning for gold.

At checkout, the total came to 150 yuan.

ing through piles of shirts like she

She shot a sheepish look at Wyatt. The man normally wore socks that cost several grand…

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Chapter 564 Smokescreens and Misfires

Whatever, she thought. He’s only wearing this once amjens

After paying, she handed him the new outfit and suggested he change in the fingers

Wyatt refused.

“You think water stays where it’s supposed to?” he murmured out of care of the d

Yunice’s gaze followed the water stain down his shirt. It wasn’t hard to guess far the one had seen

It must’ve been miserable the whole way here.

“Let’s go back to the car,” she muttered.

She pulled the car into a shadowed spot. Wyatt climbed into the back to change.

“Wet wipes.”

Yunicè passed them back without turning around.

Rustling sounds followed–Wyatt wiping off, changing–and then his voice came again. “What, you cREÉT even look at me?”

Yunice gripped the steering wheel, eyes forward. “Nothing worth looking at.”

Staring would be way weirder, she thought.

A moment passed. Then. “Pass me my coat.”

She reached back to hand him the coat on the passenger seat.

Her hand brushed something unexpectedly firm and warm.

Startled, she turned–and saw Wyatt half–dressed in the wine–red shirt she’d picked. The buttons weren’t done. He’d leaned forward, and her hand had ended up right against his chest.

Wyatt tugged at the shirt. “Didn’t you notice when you picked this? It’s missing two buttons.”

She frowned and reached for the collar, inspecting it herself. Sure enough–two buttons were gone.

“I checked before I bought it,” she muttered. “You probably popped them off.”

Wyatt arched a brow. “There you go again–always assuming the worst of me.”

Okay, maybe she had jumped to conclusions about the pear juice, Yunice admitted silently. But the buttons? No way.

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