Chapter 19
Yesenia sheepishly looked up, meeting Jayvion’s gaze, which was inscrutable, deep, and cold.
She inched backward, trying to retreat to her spot by the door.
But then the car jerked to another sudden stop, sending Yesenia tumbling forward again.
This time, it was even worse as her face collided directly with his lap, which was firm and scorching hot.
Clutching her forehead, she glared at Emanuel in the driver’s seat.
Emanuel said, “It was a red light. Ms. Mosley, sit tight.”
Yesenia stayed silent. She wanted to sit tight.
But from the moment she’d gotten in the car, she hadn’t even had a
chance to fasten her seatbelt.
Grumbling internally, she slowly pushed herself up.
Just as she moved back to that spot, Jayvion’s icy, sarcastic remark rang out, “Do you plan to throw yourself into my arms next time to sit on that spot?”
Yesenia turned her head instantly. “That’s quite the impressive ego you’ve got there.”
Jayvion sneered, “How convenient that you just happened to get close twice.”
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“It wasn’t intentional!”
“Oh.”
Yesenia wanted to punch him.
Fuming, she turned to stare out the window. Outside, a billboard was still broadcasting the aftermath of the earlier spectacle.
Reporters had followed the Mosley family to the hospital.
Sylvia had been rushed into the emergency room, while Belinda, Theresa, and members of the Carson family waited anxiously outside.
The Mosleys had their bodyguards block off the area, refusing interviews and offering no explanations.
Online, the ridicule aimed at the Mosley family was intensifying.
Yesenia was wondering what excuse Sylvia would use this time to smooth things over when Jayvion’s voice interrupted her thoughts, “Yesenia, what exactly are you up to?”
“What?” Confused, she turned back to him,
At some point, Jayvion had leaned in, his tall frame crowding her against the seat.
His eyes were cold, emotionless, yet piercing, as if they could see straight through her.
“What people say about you is that you’re arrogant, rebellious, and indolent,” Jayvion said, his gaze fixed on her. “But you’re an incredible. cook, sharp–witted, and even have an exceptional design talent.”
He studied her intently. “What else are you capable of?”
Yesenia lifted her face, her clear eyes meeting his sharp, scrutinizing stare without a trace of evasion or panic.
“Jayvion, I told you I’m here to make it up to you and treat your leg.”
Every word was spoken with unwavering honesty, as if she truly had no ulterior motives.
They locked eyes for a long moment.
Finally, Jayvion’s lips twisted into something like a cold smirk as he settled back into his scat.
Yesenia frowned, unsure what to make of his reaction.
She moved toward him, bracing a hand beside him. “You don’t believe me? Are you actually scared of me?”
“Yesenia, why should I trust you?” Jayvion said bluntly, making not effort to hide his skepticism.
“I don’t know what tricks you used, but I know you’re involved in what happened today with the Mosley family.
He reached out, gripping her chin. “You’d even turn on your own family. Yesenia, you’re too calculating.”
With that, his fingers tightened before shoving her aside.
Yesenia stiffened for a second, then swallowed back the anger simmering in her chest. “That’s my business. It has nothing to do with
you.”
Jayvion didn’t respond, and the rest of the ride passed in silence.
When they returned to the manor at Erton Valley, Jayvion immediately called Emanuel upstairs with him.
Rohan approached Yesenia. “Are you all right, Ms. Yesenia?”
She shook her head. “I’m fine.”
Rohan studied Yesenia carefully, confirming she truly seemed fine. before relaxing.
“Don’t take offense. Ms. Yesenia. Mr. Wyatt used to be very cheerful, but after his injury, he… changed a bit.”
Yesenia shrugged it off. “So just because he gets to be emotionally fragile now? That’s it?”
Her bluntness left Rohan speechless. He could only offer an awkward. smile.
Yesenia rolled her shoulders. “Relax. I know I owe him. Until his legs are healed, even if he throws tantrums and acts unreasonable, I won’t storm off. You don’t have to worry, Rohan.”
The sincerity in her expression made Rohan exhale in relief. “Having you here really puts our minds at ease, Ms. Yesenia.”
- me.
Yesenia grinned, “Thanks for trusting Rohan.”
He chuckled warmly, “Honestly, other than you, no one else could. handle his temper these days.”
Yesenia remained silent.
It was the truth, but hearing it out loud felt weird, as if she was some kind of unlucky fool….
That night had really been a mistake!
Shaking off the thought, she checked the time and headed to the kitchen to prepare Jayvion’s dinner.
After last night’s disaster, the chefs were extra cautious, stashing away every ingredient Jayvion disliked.
Just in case, they craned their necks from a distance as Yesenia cooked, terrified she might sneak something strange into the food when they weren’t looking.
If another incident occurred, they’d probably all be fired.
Fully aware she wasn’t welcome, Yesenia dropped off the meal and left before Jayvion even arrived.
She asked Rohan for Jayvion’s medical records, but unfortunately, Jayvion kept them himself. No one else had access.
But she asked Rohan about Jayvion’s symptoms when the episode occurred, forming a basic assessment.
But for anything concrete, she’d need to examine him personally.
Now, the biggest problem was Jayvion’s outright refusal to let her treat
him.
She couldn’t afford to waste time stuck in this stalemate.
Just as she was mulling it over, her phone buzzed with a new message.
At 9:30 p.m., Jayvion left the study and returned to his bedroom.
When he pushed the door open, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
He scanned the room but didn’t see Yesenia.
He thought, “Hah. So, she’s throwing a tantrum after I called her out? Too ashamed to face me? What a hypocrite.”
He frowned, irritated by an agitation he couldn’t explain.
He refused to admit that Yesenia was the reason for his frustration.
After dismissing Emanuel, Jayvion maneuvered his wheelchair into the bathroom as usual. Seeing the maid with her back turned, testing the water temperature, he remarked. “Get out.”
The maid stood and slowly turned around.
“It’s dangerous for you to be alone in here with your condition, Mr. Wyatt. Let me help you.”
Jayvion’s brow lifted slightly at Yesenia’s smiling face, a fleeting surprise so brief even he might not have noticed.
Just as swiftly, his expression hardened into a glower. “Yesenia, what are you up to now?”
She stepped closer with a grin.
Bending down slightly, she said, “Didn’t you tell me to take care of you? I’m just following your orders.”
Jayvion hesitated, distracted by the generous view down her collar.
In that moment of distraction, Yesenia had already undone two buttons. of his shirt.
His expression darkened instantly. He seized her slender wrist, which seemed so delicate that a single squeeze might break it.
