Chapter 35
Being called “annoying” out of nowhere left Stanley feeling completely confused.
He didn’t pay much attention to it. Setting his phone aside, he returned to reviewing the documents in front of him. By the time
he finished his work, it was already late into the night.
Stanley got up to pour himself a glass of water. As he turned toward Wendy, he saw that she had already fallen asleep.
He was about to return to the sofa when a soft chime echoed from her phone, which was resting beside her pillow. Wendy had an
incoming text.
Stanley glanced at her phone, and in the next moment, his dark, intense gaze narrowed suddenly.
He saw her profile picture glowing on the screen. It looked eerily identical to the profile picture of the genius freshman, W.
Stanley quickly walked over to the bed, reaching for her phone.
Just then, Wendy shifted in her sleep, and her delicate face pressed against his hand.
Stanley froze, unsure of what he was doing. He must have been seeing things–was it possible that Wendy was the same genius
freshman W?
No way.
She was just a beautiful vase.
At that moment, Stanley realized his palm felt oddly warm. It was because Wendy, still in her dreams, nuzzled her soft cheek.
against his hand like a little kitten.
His gaze fell on her face, and the soft glow of the bedside light made her skin appear flawless, almost glowing. Her pure black hair curled gently around her neck, and a few strands brushed against her crimson lips. Everything about her–her pale skin, dark hair, and red lips–struck him with a visual force that captured his attention.
Sometimes, a woman’s beauty could be deadly, especially to a man. Stanley couldn’t help but take another look.
But he quickly pulled his hand back and stood up. He was confident in his resolve–he would never fall for a woman’s looks.
He’d seen all kinds of beauties before, and he wasn’t about to be swept away by hers.
Stanley returned to the sofa and shut his eyes to sleep.
When Wendy woke up the next morning, Stanley was already gone. She glanced at the time and immediately panicked–she was going to be late.
She had an appointment with Stanley at the naturopathy center at 9:00 AM. Given his cold, stern expression the night before,
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there would be consequences if she didn’t show up again.
Wendy hurriedly washed up and rushed downstairs.
Glinda called out to her, “Wendy, you’re awake! Stanley has already left. Come and have breakfast with me.”
“Grandma, I’m going to be late. I have to go!” Wendy dashed out the door.
Glinda, concerned, muttered, “How could she skip breakfast?”
At that moment, Freddy, the butler, walked over with an envelope. “Mrs. Glinda, someone just dropped this off for you. It’s for
your hands only.”
“What is this?”
Glinda took the envelope, and when she opened it, a photograph fell out.
Wendy arrived at the naturopathy center before 9:00 AM and spotted a few familiar faces in the waiting room.
Stanley and Jessica had already arrived, along with Sienna.
Jessica looked thrilled. “Stanley, is Dr. Ceylan really coming today?”
Jessica had been suffering from a heart condition since childhood, and she had two big wishes: the first was to be healthy, and the
second was to marry Stanley and become Mrs. Hawk. She was determined to fulfill both.
Stanley nodded. “Dr. Ceylan will be here.”
Sienna, holding a pen and paper, beamed with excitement. “This is amazing! Today I finally get to meet the legendary Dr. Ceylan. I’m such a huge fan. I’ll definitely ask for an autograph later!”
As she spoke, Sienna looked around eagerly. “Where is Dr. Ceylan? Dr. Ceylan… Wait, Wendy?”
