Chapter 62 Wyatt Leaned in and Kissed Her
Wyatt's car had a faint fragrance, similar to his own scent; maybe it was his scent. The distance between them was only five inches.
The streetlights outside cast a slanting light inside the car, and their shadows overlapped ambiguously in a tan hue.
Wyatt quickly realized that Yvette was resisting something. His beautiful eyes blinked slowly, the long slant of his eyes carrying a hint of curiosity. He smiled lightly with pursed lips. "What do you think I'm going to do?" He still held the seatbelt in his hand and buckled it. "I just wanted to buckle your seatbelt, safe driving."
Yvette felt a bit awkward. They were so close that when she looked up, she could see the clear lines of his jaw, and further down, the cyan blood vessel visible through his fair skin on his neck, and his collarbone inside the shirt collar.
This proximity made Yvette lean back uncomfortably.
"I don't think anything, just start driving, otherwise the hospital won't allow visits if it's too late."
Wyatt didn't move. Warm breath came from the side of her face, and his voice was clear and contemplative. "Did you think I was going to kiss you?"
Yvette didn't expect him to be so blunt and didn't know how to respond, so she pretended to be dumb. "Of course not! I don't..."
Before Yvette could finish her sentence, Wyatt suddenly leaned in close, not giving Yvette any time to react, and directly cupped Yvette's chin, lifting it up, making her look at him.
"A kiss should be like this."
The next second, he directly leaned in closer to Yvette.
He didn't give her time to refuse.
Yvette's whole body stiffened, and just when she thought he was going to kiss her, his fingers that cupped her chin suddenly moved up and pressed against Yvette's lips.
His affectionate kiss fell on his own fingers.
Wyatt let go of Yvette and sat back in the driver's seat.
Yvette's emotions hadn't calmed down yet, and she was actually sweating on her back.
The car hadn't started, the air conditioning wasn't on, and the muggy early summer night amplified the sensory experience.
Wyatt's voice carried a slight hoarse regret.
"Although I really want to kiss you, I will wait until you are willing."
As he said this, his eyes showed a trace of gentleness.
Such a man, wouldn't any woman be moved?
Yvette touched her lips, still feeling the temperature of Wyatt's fingers, cool but not rough, the hands of a doctor.
He was obviously so suitable for her.
At that moment, she felt an indescribable sense of powerlessness.
Why couldn't she be moved by such a good man?
Steve's simulation training today was UPRT, recovery from complex situations. Each pilot had an hour of operation time, which was a bit short, but fortunately, everyone finished. The instructor's feedback on everyone's operations was objective and meaningful, making it easier to write reports.
Among those training today, some were not from the Luken branch and still had to go to the airport to return to their base. Steve, on the other hand, could go straight home, so he was in a very relaxed mood.
Steve hummed a song as he walked out, planning what to eat for dinner and whether to play a few games with friends. He was in a very relaxed state.
The next second, he looked up and saw Albert walking into the simulation center with a gloomy face.
Steve panicked a little and instinctively lowered his head, preparing to turn and go in another direction.
Unfortunately, Albert's reputation as a top captain wasn't for nothing. With sharp eyesight, he stood still and beckoned to him.
"Steve, come here."
Steve thought, 'I'm really unlucky, running into Albert as my instructor.'
Steve wasn't sure what Albert wanted, so he approached with caution. He stopped at a careful distance, then asked in a low voice, “Mr. Valdemar, can I assist you with something?”
Albert looked Steve up and down, and although he tried to hide it, Steve still saw the reluctance in his eyes. What kind of look was that?
Albert asked, "Can you drink?"
Steve was puzzled. Why would he ask that? He thought for a moment and replied, "I can drink."
"Let's go."
Steve didn't expect that Albert, this serious and unapproachable instructor, would actually take him out for a drink.
And it was in such a high-end bar. Steve looked at the prices on the menu and began to worry. Since Albert invited him out for a drink, would Albert pay, or would they split the bill?
Albert didn't say a word to Steve from start to finish, just opened one bottle after another, drinking alone as if the alcohol was free.
Steve wore a bitter expression, thinking, 'If we split the bill, I'll go broke.'
Seeing Steve not drinking, Albert finally remembered there was someone beside him and filled Steve's glass.
"Drink, why are you just watching me?"
Then he poured a glass for himself and one for Steve, and did the same with a bottle.
Steve regretted it. Although he could drink a lot, the purpose of drinking was to relax, not to commit suicide.
Steve had been busy with assessments recently, shut away for a few days, and didn't know what was happening in the company. Watching Albert continue to drink, Steve finally couldn't hold back.
"Albert, can I ask, what exactly happened to you?"
Albert was about to open a can of imported beer with one hand when he heard Steve's question. His brain, numbed by alcohol, gradually regained clarity.
He quickly recalled the last scene.
He had clearly told himself not to go back to find Yvette, but thinking of her leaving with Wyatt, he couldn't help but turn back.
Several minutes had passed, and Albert looked around, afraid Wyatt's car had left, and ran to the parking lot.
Breathing heavily, he finally found Wyatt's car in the parking space and saw their figures through the windshield.
He saw Wyatt cupping Yvette's chin with one hand and leaning in to kiss her.
The dim streetlights cast a slight reflection on the windshield, their figures bathed in a golden hue, creating an atmospheric scene, as beautiful as a painting.
Albert's eyes, previously half-closed, suddenly sharpened, a chilling flash of lethal intent sparking within them.
He squeezed the can of beer so hard that it burst open.
