Aurora Rivers took a shower, changed her clothes, and was led to the dining room by a maid for breakfast.
As soon as she arrived, she noticed the atmosphere in the dining room was off.
The surrounding servants didn’t dare to breathe too loudly.
“Come here.” Winston Wyatt sat in the head seat, issuing the order like a king.
Isla Chambers sat far away, a river’s-worth of distance seemingly between them.
She clutched the spoon in her hand.
Although she was intimidated by Winston Wyatt’s imposing presence, she held her ground.
“I’m fine eating here.”
Winston Wyatt’s expression was icy, his gaze darkening.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.
What right do you have to refuse me?”
Those few words instantly made Isla Chambers’s eyes turn red as she was overcome with humiliation.
It was true.
She had no right to refuse, no right to say no.
She was just a bankrupt young lady, her father in prison, her mother gravely ill.
Her own pride had long been broken.
She could no longer be the proudest red rose; she was merely Winston Wyatt’s pet cat, his puppy, his little goldfinch.
Slowly, she rose to her feet.
Tears welled in Isla Chambers’s eyes, on the verge of falling.
Full of grievance yet defiant, she said, “You were the one who told me to get lost, and now you’re the one telling me to come over.”
Winston Wyatt slammed his utensils down on the table.
“Are you talking back to me?
You’d better recognize your place.”
This time, Isla Chambers completely broke.
She swayed, like a fragile white flower trembling in a cold wind.
Witnessing this, Aurora Rivers was rather surprised.
The scene immediately reminded her of the twisted dynamic between Mr.
and Mrs.
Wyatt.
And Winston Wyatt was practically a carbon copy of his father!
‘The cub she had raised had gone astray in the past twenty years.’
‘No, I absolutely cannot let Winston Wyatt become a second Mr.
Wyatt.
And most importantly, the apocalypse must not happen again.’
“Win, you’re not allowed to threaten a young lady.”
Aurora Rivers walked over and patted Isla Chambers’s shoulder reassuringly.
Isla Chambers looked bewildered.
Winston Wyatt shot to his feet with such a violent reaction that he knocked over some of the tableware, which shattered with a loud CLATTER.
Isla Chambers flinched, thinking Winston Wyatt’s outburst was because she had been dawdling.
Winston Wyatt’s entire focus was on Aurora Rivers.
She was so real, and yet so ethereal.
His pupils trembled, his gaze locking onto her, not daring to blink.
His eyes, spurred by the shock, reddened at the rims.
He wanted to say it was impossible.
He wanted to shout and demand who this person was, where she had learned of his teacher’s existence, how she had gathered information on her appearance, and what her motive was for impersonating her.
But when his gaze met Aurora Rivers’s calm eyes, a single look was all the confirmation he needed.
She was his teacher.
As Aurora Rivers walked closer, Winston Wyatt suddenly grew flustered.
“Don’t come any closer.”
Aurora Rivers paused.
Winston Wyatt half-turned his head, his tense gaze still fixed on her.
He ordered a nearby maid, “Clean this up.
Be thorough.”
The maids worked quickly, clearing the mess and replacing the tableware with a new set.
When Aurora Rivers approached again, Winston Wyatt didn’t stop her.
“Win, you can’t throw a tantrum like that.” Aurora Rivers also thought his earlier behavior, looking like he was about to flip the table, was him losing his temper.
Winston Wyatt was at a loss.
“I didn’t.”
‘Who is this woman who suddenly appeared?
And how can she call Winston Wyatt ‘Win’ so naturally?
Most importantly, Winston Wyatt didn’t get angry or even object.’
She’d been by his side for three years, and she’d never been allowed to call him Win.
Her stomach, enticed by the aromas wafting from the table, was on the verge of growling.
Aurora Rivers pulled Winston Wyatt down to sit.
“Alright, let’s sit and eat.
I’m starving, too.” Winston Wyatt obediently sat down, a trace of moisture shining in his eyes.
‘So it wasn’t a dream.
The person with me yesterday really was my teacher.’
The breakfast spread was truly lavish: milk oatmeal, crystal shrimp dumplings, grilled sausages, avocado and fried eggs, bread with caviar, and a fruit and vegetable salad covered the long table.
Aurora Rivers’s appetite was piqued.
She started with a dumpling, and the taste that filled her mouth made her bubble with happiness.
It had been a long time since she’d eaten such delicious food.
Before the world reset, resources were scarce in the apocalypse; food like this was unthinkable.
And when she traveled back twenty years to save the world, the heavy burden on her shoulders meant Aurora Rivers had never eaten or slept well.
Now, she could finally enjoy herself.
Isla Chambers stood awkwardly in place, her expression complex as she watched Aurora Rivers take the seat that was supposed to be hers.
She was trapped, unable to go over and unable to sit down.
She looked at Winston Wyatt, only to find he was no longer paying any attention to her.
Biting her lip, Isla Chambers silently returned to her original seat.
‘It’s better this way,’ she thought.
‘I didn’t want to go over there anyway.’
Winston Wyatt had so much he wanted to say to Aurora Rivers, but seeing how contentedly she was eating, his thousand words turned into a quiet gaze.
Aurora Rivers placed a dumpling on his plate.
Noticing this, Isla Chambers shook her head to herself.
‘Winston Wyatt won’t eat it.’
The next second, Winston Wyatt swallowed the dumpling in one bite.
Isla Chambers’s eyes widened.
She recalled a time she had also placed food on his plate, but Winston Wyatt hadn’t eaten it.
He’d even told her not to do unnecessary things.
Winston Wyatt continued to watch Aurora Rivers, a hint of hopeful expectation in his eyes.
He sat there quietly, as if waiting to be fed.
Isla Chambers was so shocked she became flustered.
She watched, wide-eyed, as Winston Wyatt ate another piece of food Aurora Rivers gave him, without the slightest hint of annoyance or displeasure.
Her hand trembled, and her spoon fell onto her plate with a sharp, unignorable CLINK.
Only Aurora Rivers looked over.
Isla Chambers stood up, her chair scraping against the floor.
“I’m full.” In the past, Winston Wyatt would never have allowed her to leave the table early; even after finishing, she had to wait for him.
But this time, Winston Wyatt didn’t force her to stay.
In fact, all Isla Chambers had seen was the side of his face.
An uncomfortable feeling welled up inside her.
Isla Chambers didn’t linger and left the dining room.
After eating and drinking her fill, Aurora Rivers put down her utensils.
Seeing this, Winston Wyatt also stopped.
She reached for a napkin to wipe her mouth, but Winston Wyatt had already handed a clean handkerchief to her.
Aurora Rivers paused for a moment, then took it and smiled at him.
Nearby, Mr.
King, who had taken in the whole scene, was secretly astonished.
In his experience, the master had never taken care of anyone before—not even Isla Chambers, who held a special place with him, had ever received such treatment.
“Do you have a phone?”
“I do.” Winston Wyatt immediately handed his own phone over.
Halfway through handing it to her, he began demonstrating the phone’s unlocking features, explaining how to open it using a fingerprint, facial recognition, iris scan, and so on.
In his mind, although he didn’t know how his teacher had come back from the dead, she was, in essence, a relic from twenty years ago.
Watching Winston Wyatt earnestly explain the functions of various apps, Aurora Rivers smiled and ruffled his hair.
“Look at you, Win.
You’re like a little teacher yourself now.”
Winston Wyatt’s ears turned slightly red.
“I know all of this, Win,” she said.
“Because I’ve always belonged here.”