Yvonne’s eyes were slightly closed, a faint smile playing on her lips, and a soft glow illuminated her cheeks. Her hair fluttered gently in the breeze, with a few strands playfully brushing against her face, adding to her carefree and natural demeanor.
Boba lay curled up in her arms, occasionally letting out a soft meow, as if enjoying the tranquil and beautiful moment as well.
Wesley stood at a distance, quietly observing the scene. His gaze was distant, tinged with a hint of a smile.
Sensing someone’s presence, Wonne opened her eyes and saw Wesley standing there, his eyes radiating a rare warmth that subtly melted the usually indifferent aura around him.
“Yvonne, I’m making tiramisu this afternoon–a local specialty. Would you like to try some?” Jessica’s voice called out.
Yvonne looked over Wesley’s shoulder and broke into a bright smile. “Sure. Thank you, Jessica.”
Jessica walked in from outside and, seeing Wesley standing in the courtyard, warmly invited him as well. “Oh, Dr. Godfrey, you’re back too. How about joining us this afternoon?”
Wesley nodded slightly. “Then I’d be happy to. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. We should be the ones thanking you for coming here to do the clinic,” Jessica said with a smile, turning to head into the kitchen to
prepare.
Boba, in Yvonne’s arms, looked up at Wesley with emerald–green eyes, meowed softly, and then jumped out of Yvonne’s lap to rub against Wesley’s feet. Wesley squatted down and petted him a few times. Boba rolled over on his back, purring contentedly.
When he looked up again, he saw that Yvonne had already gone upstairs and opened the room next to his. He stood there, gazing at the door in silence for a moment, before returning to his own room.
He lay down to rest for a while, but his mind couldn’t help but replay the scene in the garden.
After resting for a bit, he went back to the clinic. As he passed by Yvonne’s room, his steps unconsciously slowed.
In the afternoon, Yvonne and Jessica prepared dinner together.
The locals were simple and hospitable, and Jessica and her husband, seeing Yvonne traveling alone, insisted that she join them for meals.
Yvonne didn’t feel embarrassed about it; she simply transferred a bit more money to them via PayPal, as a way of contributing to the meal costs.
When Wesley returned, they had just finished cooking, and the kitchen was filled with the warm aroma of a home–cooked meal.
Jessica’s children lived far away, and she and her husband ran the small inn together. It was a rare pleasure for them to have company for dinner, and
they were delighted.
“Yvonne, if you go early tomorrow, you’ll definitely catch the sunrise,” Jessica said warmly.
“Okay,” Yvonne replied.
Wesley sat at the table, his gaze occasionally drifting toward Yvonne.
He noticed that her character had become much more lively in the company of the Browns. It seemed that the shadows of her unhappy marriage were gradually fading, leaving behind only the sparkle in her eyes and the warm smile on her lips.
Yvonne didn’t have much of an appetite and ate very little. She stopped after a few bites and bent down to play with Boba. After the meal, Yvonne helped the couple clear the table before returning to her room.
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Wesley followed behind her, before entering her room, Yvonne looked back at him, hesitating.
“What’s wrong?” Wesley asked.
Wonne bit her lip slightly. “PayPal.”
Wesley was taken aback and stood still.
“I’ll transfer you 30 dollars. Can you wait half an hour before taking a shower?” she asked.
Wesley frowned. “No need to pay for that.”
With that, he turned and entered his own room. Shortly after, he heard the sound of water from the bathroom next door.
Wesley looked toward the bathroom. For some reason, an image suddenly flashed through his mind.
A gentle stream of water flowed from Yvonne’s hair, trickling down her neck. Her hands lightly brushed across her face, gliding over her delicate collarbones. The water cascaded down her slender arms, pooling into tiny droplets at her fingertips that fell with a soft pitter–patter.
Her body was faintly visible through the misty vapor, her graceful curves resembling mountains shrouded in mist, exuding an air of mysterious allure. She turned slightly, sending droplets of water spraying around her.
Wesley abruptly snapped back to reality, realizing that his thoughts had strayed. His heart rate quickened involuntarily.
He took a deep breath, trying to dispel the image from his mind. Then he turned and walked to the window, staring blankly into the night outside.
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