Wyatt Lewis let out a mocking cold laugh, casting an inquisitive glance at Aria Richardson.
Aria Richardson nodded.
Wyatt's smile faded as the coldness in his eyes deepened, but he said nothing. He silently raised his hand to drape the coat he was holding over her shoulders.
The warm daytime weather had given way to a chilly breeze in the evening.
He adjusted the coat around her with a slightly displeased voice, "Say less, if you catch a cold and your stomach hurts again, it's none of my business."
Aria glanced at the coat on her and felt a bit of warmth in her heart.
"Hmm, got it."
Alexander Knox frowned slightly.
Wyatt shot a warning glance at Alexander Knox, then turned and walked a bit further away. However, he didn't go too far, leaning against the car behind them with eyes like a wolf, never leaving them for a moment.
As if any threat from Alexander to her would drive him to tear him apart.
