Chapter 134: Chapter 134: There Are Always Some Regrets

Silas Rhodes frantically tried to explain in English to the big man, pointing at Wyatt Shaw as he spoke. But the man acted as if he didn’t understand, his grip on Silas’s collar tightening and his eyes growing more menacing.

Seeing this, Yvonne Sutton had no choice but to head toward Wyatt.

But she was also stopped, by a sleazy-looking white man who raked her with a greedy gaze.

"Tsk, tsk. We don’t see many clean women like you around here anymore." The man extended his hand, reaching straight for Yvonne’s chest.

Yvonne quickly backed away. The man chuckled darkly and glanced back at the others. "This little bunny is mine tonight. If any of you want a taste, you’ll have to get in line."

Yvonne took another step back, but another white man stood up behind her, blocking her path.

The man in front licked his lower lip and lunged toward Yvonne.

Just as he was about to touch her, a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder and slammed him onto the sofa. A bottle immediately smashed over his head.

Blood trickled down the white man’s face. He was still dazed, completely baffled as to why Wyatt Shaw had suddenly attacked him.

"Do you know who she is?" Wyatt had had too much to drink, his words slow and heavy.

"Who?" the man asked, stunned.

"My. Wife."

The man blinked. "Didn’t your wife die?"

The words had barely left his mouth when Wyatt slammed his hand down on the gash and tore at it.

"AH!" The man screamed in agony.

Seeing this, the others rushed over to intervene.

Wyatt shoved them aside and staggered over to Yvonne. He stared at her for a long time before tilting his head and smiling.

"I remember you now."

Yvonne’s eyes instantly turned red. ’So that’s why he never contacted me. He just... forgot.’

"This place is terrifying. Take me away from here, okay?" She suppressed all her complicated emotions, her only thought to get Wyatt out of there immediately.

Wyatt nodded and took her hand, leading her out.

Seeing this, the large black man also let go of Silas Rhodes.

Silas Rhodes gasped for a couple of breaths, then quickly helped push Wyatt toward the exit.

Only after they had left the neighborhood and were safely in the car did Silas and Yvonne finally breathe a sigh of relief. But Wyatt was still staring at Yvonne as if, in that moment, he didn’t recognize her again.

Back at the hotel, Silas went to take care of other matters while Yvonne took Wyatt to their room.

She pushed him onto the sofa and took his hand. Just as she’d thought, he had hurt it when he smashed the bottle. She found the first-aid kit and began to disinfect and bandage his wound.

Throughout the entire process, Wyatt remained very quiet. Sometimes he would watch her, and other times he would look completely lost.

Yvonne cupped his face, making him look at her closely.

"Who am I?"

"Yvonne Sutton."

Yvonne nodded. "And who are you?"

"Wyatt Shaw."

She pursed her lips and continued, "Do you remember Hannah Abbott?"

His brow furrowed. He pushed her hand away, a hostile energy radiating from him.

"I don’t want to talk about her."

Yvonne sighed softly. ’Not wanting to talk about her means he remembers her.’ It seemed that Wyatt was normal only when he forgot Hannah, and became unstable whenever he remembered her.

"Why don’t you go take a shower first."

Yvonne pushed Wyatt toward the bathroom. She had only been out for a moment when Wyatt called for her from inside.

"What’s wrong?" she asked, rushing back in.

Wyatt had already taken off all his clothes. He held up the hand she had just bandaged and asked, "Can this get wet?"

Yvonne pursed her lips. "It’s best if it doesn’t."

Wyatt nodded. "Then you wash me."

Yvonne gave a dry cough. ’It’s not a big deal,’ she thought. ’We are husband and wife, after all.’ She stepped inside and guided him under the showerhead. She started with his hair. He cooperatively bent over and lowered his head as she poured on the shampoo, worked it into a lather, and then rinsed it with water.

She tried her best to avoid it, but the water still soaked her clothes.

Next was his body. She lathered him with shower gel, scrubbing from top to bottom. As she neared a certain area, his arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

The water drenched her instantly. She struggled to escape, but he held her tight, his demands urgent.

"Wyatt, don’t..."

"I know it’s you," he said.

"That’s not the reason."

"I know it’s you. It’s only you that I want."

Her heart stirred at his words, and she yielded to him.

A long time later, Wyatt emerged from the bathroom, carrying Yvonne in his arms.

He set her down on the sofa, knelt on one knee before her, and buried his head in her embrace.

"That day, I saw Candice Yates. Seeing that face, so similar to Hannah Abbott’s, made me remember some things. I rushed here, desperate for answers. But as soon as I arrived, it was like I fell back into the mire of the past, unable to escape."

"You..."

"Don’t ask. Maybe I’m just crazy."

Wyatt hugged Yvonne’s waist tightly. "I can’t propose to you right now. I can’t make you any promises. I can’t lie to myself, and I definitely can’t lie to you. Just give me some time, okay?"

"Okay," Yvonne agreed.

"Thank you."

"But you have to come back to Aethelgard with me. I don’t think the answers you’re looking for can only be found here."

Yvonne looked at Wyatt’s face. He had gotten so much thinner. Her heart ached as she gently kissed his forehead.

"I’ll go ask the staff for a razor to shave your beard."

With that, she got up and walked toward the door. The moment she opened it, she found the hallway packed with people—all tall, brawny foreigners in black suits and sunglasses.

Yvonne was still stunned when the leader suddenly bowed to her, and the others followed suit.

"Sister-in-law!" The words came out awkwardly.

Yvonne looked back at Wyatt. His face was grim as he moved to stand behind her.

He cursed at the leader in English, telling him to take his men and get lost.

The leader was clearly afraid of him. He kept his head bowed, and as soon as Wyatt was finished, he hastily led his men away.

Yvonne let out a breath. "So this is the kind of life you’ve been living since you dropped out of the academy?"

Wyatt was like a child who had done something wrong, head bowed, not daring to speak.

"You said you had a hard time escaping the mire, so don’t fall back into it. We’re going back home tomorrow!"

"I’ll listen to you."

Yvonne found a razor and helped him shave off his beard. He looked much better now, almost as if the old Wyatt had returned.

"Today is your birthday," he said suddenly.

Yvonne froze for a second, then checked her phone. It really was her birthday.

Ever since he disappeared three months ago, she had been in a daze, completely losing track of time.

Wyatt took her to the restaurant on the top floor of the hotel. Yvonne sat down first while Wyatt went to speak with a waiter.

Not long after he returned, a waiter brought over a cake.

The cake was simple in design, decorated with a single rose and a lit, star-shaped sparkler.

Wyatt sang "Happy Birthday" to her and urged her to make a wish.

Yvonne closed her eyes. She wished for a future with Wyatt. It might be a bitter one, but she still wanted to walk that path with him.

After making her wish, Yvonne took the knife Wyatt offered her and cut the cake. They each took a piece.

She took a bite of the cake. It was delicious—creamy and soft, melting in her mouth.

There are always regrets in this world. For example, taro cake is so delicious, but she was allergic to taro.