Chapter 23 Wyatt Randel

Yvette ignored Albert and hurriedly led Sylvia away.

Sylvia suggested, "Don't rush off. You should say hello to Albert. We still have time; the plane isn't departing any time soon."

"It's impolite to leave like this," Sylvia said and frowned.

Yvette's response seemed forced. She turned her head and said, "Finish up quickly, and let's go back. Mr. Hughes is waiting for our work report."

Displeased, Sylvia remarked, "You're preparing to resign, yet now you're acting like a diligent employee again."

Taking the medicine kit from Yvette's hands, Sylvia followed her onto the plane.

They quickly finished their tasks, and as they prepared to disembark, the cabin crew had already begun their duties. Snippets of conversation drifted from the preparation area.

One of them remarked, "It's quite a pity. Mr. Valdemar has exceeded his monthly flying hours. This route used to be exclusively flown by Mr. Valdemar, and I thought we would be working with him today. I quite fancy Mr. Valdemar."

Another added, "Your fondness is inconsequential; Mr. Valdemar has a partner, our company's first female pilot, Violet."

The woman chuckled, and said, "I merely wished to admire Mr. Valdemar."

"Be careful with your words. I heard that during their overnight stay in Emeryson, a colleague knocked on Mr. Valdemar's door in the middle of the night and was turned down."

"Everyone thought that was the end of it, but the next day, Violet sought out that colleague. Shortly after, the person was grounded for six month."

"Violet is adept at preventing interactions between Mr. Valdemar and others. If you want to continue working, refrain from such talk," another colleague warned.

One questioned, "Is that so? It's just a coincidence, right? Violet is just a pilot; how could she easily put a halt to someone's work?"

The individual lowered their voice, saying, "I heard that Violet holds shares in North Airlines; that's how she can effortlessly put a stop to someone's work."

Intrigued by the gossip, Sylvia listened intently, prompting Yvette to pull her away, saying, "Hurry up, why are you standing here?"

Displeased, Sylvia remarked, "Violet is shameless. People who don't know might think she's Albert's wife."

Growing increasingly upset, Sylvia expressed her anxieties to Yvette, urging, "You must find a way to handle this situation."

Yvette looked down at her feet, remained silent for a moment, then calmly stated, "Perhaps Violet will indeed become his wife in the future?"

"What?" Sylvia was taken aback. She asked, "What do you mean? Are you two disagreeing?"

Unwilling to delve further, Yvette simply walked away. Upon disembarking the plane, she coincidentally encountered Violet, descending from the shuttle bus. Dressed casually and not on a flying assignment, Violet headed straight towards the maintenance area.

As they caught sight of each other, both stopped in their tracks.

Pushing her from behind, Sylvia said, "Let's go. Why are you standing there?"

As Sylvia looked up, she too saw Violet, her murmurs abruptly ceasing, her anger turning into an eerie calm.

Yvette smiled and gave a nod to Violet, who reciprocated the gesture, signaling a greeting.
Subsequently, Violet and Yvette brushed past each other.

As Violet walked away, Sylvia, displeased, commented, "She's here without a flight assignment; she should be looking for Albert."

"If you're curious, just ask her directly," Yvette suggested, looking towards where Violet had headed. "Mr. Hughes called us in the group chat," she reminded Sylvia.

Reporting work was monotonous, having to take turns, and the waiting process felt arduous.

When Mr. Hughes called her name, he mentioned, "Yvette, there's a reception tonight, and you and Sylvia will represent our young flight surgeons."

Yvette seemed distracted, prompting Sylvia to nudge her.

Yvette hadn't disclosed her pregnancy yet, and social gatherings like this were challenging for her. She told Mr. Hughes, "Give another colleague a chance. I feel unfit for this."

Yvette had never refused Mr. Hughes's directives before, so this sudden refusal made Mr. Hughes pursue his lips, his gaze shifting.

Seeing Yvette's hesitation, Sylvia quickly intervened, "Dr. Orlando is feeling under the weather; she had cefuroxime, so she can't drink tonight."

Hearing this, Ross chuckled, and said, "So you're afraid of drinking. Don't worry; the reception is for the doctors coming to our center for training; they are all teetotalers."

The reception was held at a large hotel in the harbor area. After work, Yvette and Sylvia changed into casual attire and attended.

"Oh, I wonder when we'll be able to go home tonight," Sylvia sighed softly.

Yvette was concerned about having to drink and instructed Sylvia, "If there's any drinking later, you'll have to drink for me."

Sylvia agreed, "Okay."

Upon entering the private room, they were greeted with warmth and zest. Spotting Yvette entering, Mr. Hughes enthusiastically waved to them.

Mr. Hughes mentioned, "Come on, Yvette, sit over here. I was just talking with Mr. Randel, and I didn't even realize you two were classmates."

Yvette couldn't refuse. When she looked up, she realized Wyatt was seated beside Mr. Hughes.

He was handsome, well-built, dressed in a crisp white striped shirt, standing out among the bulky middle-aged men.

Mr. Hughes held Wyatt in high esteem, remarking, "Yvette, just look at Wyatt. Despite his young age, he holds a higher rank than me, currently serving as the Deputy Chief Physician of Outpatient Surgery at Luken General Hospital. We will have to interact frequently in the future."

Soon after Mr. Hughes spoke, Wyatt remarked, "Promotions come a bit faster for surgeons."

Wyatt Randel, Yvette's university classmate, excelled academically, and was sponsored by the school to go to Aetherland before completing his studies, the school. During their time at university, many female students were quite fond of Wyatt.

Forced to sit next to him with limited space, Yvette could see his face by just turning her head slightly. He seemed as if he might lean in for a kiss at any moment.

After a long time apart, Wyatt appeared less aloof than before. Upon seeing Yvette again, his gaze was gentle, accompanied by a constant smile.

He spoke, "Yvette, it's been a while."

With a hint of awkwardness, Yvette replied, "It has indeed been a while."

As the reception proceeded similarly to Ross's description, all without the need for alcohol, Wyatt's presence shone like a bright star among the crowd, taking Yvette back to her student days.

He was always the center of attention in class, the quickest to grasp concepts, and he consistently excelled in group assignments.

His restraint, rationality, and intimidating competence in the professional field were noted and respected fearfully.

He effortlessly handled any situation with grace.

After spending a while in the room, Yvette began to feel suffocated and decided to step outside for some fresh air.

In front of the hotel's main entrance, vehicles came and went as guests arrived and left. Standing by a side door with a breeze passing through, Yvette finally felt her breathing at ease.

She turned slightly and caught a reflection in the glass door, spotting a familiar figure.

'Is that Albert?' she pondered.

Yvette, thinking she had made a mistake, hesitantly turned away.

At night, various neon lights and street lamps illuminated the surroundings. The light and shadows danced on the glass doors of the hotel, and she could no longer see Albert's figure.

The thunderous roar of aircraft taking off and landing in the harbor district pierced the sky, the cacophony of noise echoing through her ears.

Behind her, a man's deep voice resonated softly, "Yvette."

Turning around, Yvette laid eyes on Wyatt's handsome visage. Hands casually in his pockets, he glanced at her with a slight tilt of his head.

Yvette felt a hint of disappointment.