Wyatt Shaw was having the time of his life tormenting Vincent Reed. When he heard a noise and turned to see Yvonne Sutton, he froze for a second before hastily tossing aside the showerhead in his hand.

"Yvonne, what are you doing here?"

Yvonne Sutton shot him a look, then turned her gaze to Vincent Reed. He was flailing in the bathtub but finally managed to pull himself out. He draped himself over the edge of the tub, gasping for air. When he looked up and saw Yvonne, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly scrambled out, slipping on the wet floor.

"Yvonne, I caught him! Look, he’s not even dressed! And his little mistress must still be in this room somewhere..." Vincent Reed rushed over to Yvonne in a couple of long strides, his words tumbling out as he scanned the room. His eyes searched around before landing on Heather Rhodes, who was standing right beside Yvonne.

"That’s her! Wyatt Shaw’s little mistress is her!" Vincent Reed exclaimed.

Yvonne Sutton took a deep breath and gave Vincent Reed an enormous eye-roll.

Heather Rhodes burst out laughing. "Don’t you recognize me, Reed?"

"You..." Vincent Reed was once again dumbfounded.

"They say a girl can look completely different by the time she’s grown, but surely you’re not so far gone you can’t recognize me? Or are you just getting old and your eyesight’s failing?" Heather Rhodes added, shaking her head with a tut-tut.

Vincent Reed swayed on his feet. Recognition finally dawned, and he stood there, utterly stupefied.

Wyatt Shaw folded his arms, leaned against the wall, and laughed so hard he bent over.

"Vincent Reed, can you be any more of a fucking joke?"

Vincent Reed’s face was thunderous. He caught sight of his own reflection in the living room’s full-length mirror—soaking wet and utterly pathetic. He clenched his fists, lowered his head, and stormed out.

But when he reached the door, he still couldn’t accept it. He turned back to Yvonne and said, "This won’t end well for you and him!"

Yvonne had put up with enough from him. Now, she’d reached her limit. "Vincent Reed, if you’re sick in the head, go see a doctor! Stop tormenting other people! And while you’re so busy trying to catch my husband cheating, you might want to go find your own wife. I guarantee she’s with Stanley Lynch right now!"

Her words sent Vincent Reed into a rage. He kicked the wall violently, shot Yvonne a venomous glare, and then spun around and strode away.

Yvonne Sutton let out a long sigh. ’So ridiculous,’ she thought.

"You." Wyatt Shaw narrowed his eyes and jerked his chin toward Heather Rhodes.

Heather Rhodes immediately looked guilty and rushed to explain, "I wasn’t trying to run away! I just felt so cooped up in the hotel that I went out for a walk. I..."

"Go back to your room!"

"Ah!"

Wyatt Shaw walked over, grabbed Heather Rhodes by the scruff of her neck, and unceremoniously hauled her out before shutting and locking the door.

Before Yvonne could even process what was happening, Wyatt had her pinned against the wall.

"You—mmph..."

In the next instant, his kiss overwhelmed her—fervent and impatient, like a desert traveler parched by a long thirst.

"Wyatt..."

She tried to regain her senses, but when she looked into his eyes—so deep, so blazing with passion—she couldn’t help but get lost in them too.

"Yvonne... how long has it been since I’ve made love to you?" he asked, nibbling on her lip.

"Four days..."

"Wrong."

"Five days..."

"Wrong."

Yvonne’s head was already spinning. She had only gotten the answer wrong, yet she felt as if she’d been thoroughly teased, and tears pricked the corners of her eyes.

"Too long."

He scooped her into his arms, turned, and laid her on the bed. Then, he lifted her shirt...

Afterward, amidst wave after wave of passion, Yvonne thought, ’It really has been too long. I’ve missed him so much.’

She didn’t know how much time had passed before Wyatt carried her to the shower. It seemed to be a pattern; he would always wear her out until she didn’t have an ounce of strength left, and then he’d have to carry her to get cleaned up.

Under the hot spray of the shower, he would gently soothe her and watch her with a devilish grin. She would get shy and bury her face in his chest.

He would dry the water from her body, then use a hairdryer on her hair. It was a process that required patience, but he would always make sure her hair was completely dry before carrying her back to bed.

"Hungry?" he asked, kissing her.

Yvonne nodded. ’Of course I’m hungry,’ she thought. ’After the whole ordeal at the hospital with Heather, I came back to the hotel only to be completely worn out by him. And I never even ate dinner.’

"Wait here."

He went to the fridge, came back with a slice of cake, and personally fed her a bite.

"Is it good?"

Yvonne, still lying lazily on the bed, nodded.

"I can feed myself."

"So, were you satisfied with my performance earlier?" Wyatt asked, winking with a smile.

Yvonne blushed. "It was... it was alright, I guess."

"Well, since you’re satisfied, how about you reward me by letting me feed you this cake?"

Yvonne let out a chuckle and said magnanimously, "Alright, fine."

He lifted her up and settled her in his lap, then fed her the cake one bite at a time.

"I made a special trip all the way to Aridia to buy this cake for you. It’s their taro cake—your favorite."

Yvonne had just swallowed a bite. When she heard his words, her eyes went wide. "What kind of cake?"

Wyatt paused, slightly taken aback. "Taro cake?"

Yvonne pressed her lips together. "I’m allergic to taro."

The reaction was immediate. Yvonne’s throat suddenly felt like it was full of tiny needles. At the same time, her face and body began to itch, and her lips felt numb and swollen.

She looked up at Wyatt. "My face..."

Wyatt took one look and immediately started dressing her. "We’re going to the hospital!"

After a trip to the emergency room for a shot, two IV bags, and a prescription for some ointment, they finally left the hospital. By then, the sun was already coming up.

Yvonne was curled up in the back seat, completely drained of energy.

Wyatt glanced at her in the rearview mirror as he drove. "Yvonne, I’m so sorry. I misremembered. I really thought you liked taro cake."

Yvonne was still a little angry. "So who is it that likes taro cake?"

"Who?" Wyatt thought for a moment. "I don’t remember."

"Hmph!"

"But you had a few bites. You didn’t realize it was taro?"

"I only had it once when I was little, and I had a reaction then. I never touched it again after that. How was I supposed to know what taro tasted like? It was... actually pretty good."

The whole night had been an ordeal. When they got back to the villa, Yvonne flopped onto the bed and was asleep in moments.

But she slept restlessly. Her face itched, and she kept trying to scratch it, but Wyatt would gently hold her hands to stop her. When the itching became unbearable and she began to toss and turn in frustration, Wyatt would pick her up and pace around the room with her in his arms.

"Yvonne, I’m sorry."

"Just don’t give me any more taro cake."

"I won’t."

"I like matcha cheesecake."

"Noted. I’ll buy that for you from now on."

She was still itchy, so he used his tongue to gently soothe the spots on her skin.

"Ew, that’s disgusting," she said, feigning disgust.

He teased her intentionally, pulling her into his arms for a deep kiss.

Yvonne couldn’t stop laughing at his antics. "My face is swollen like a balloon, and you can still bring yourself to kiss me? You’re such a beast!"

Wyatt decided to skip work to take care of Yvonne, and they planned to spend the day at home. But just after noon, his phone rang. It was Heather Rhodes.

Wyatt listened for a moment before hanging up and going back to reading with his arm around Yvonne.

Just as Yvonne was about to ask what that was about, her own phone rang. It was Heather.

"Auntie Yvonne, Uncle Wyatt is ignoring me, so you don’t have to bother with me either! I’m going to jump off the hotel roof right now! I can’t go on living!"