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Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 1358
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Chapter 1358 Why Are You Here?

When Beryl saw the look of distaste and resentment on Wendy's face, he felt oddly pleased. He sized her up for a

bit before noticing the takeaway bag in her hand. "Why are you standing here?" he asked as he pointed at the bag

of food in Wendy's hand. "Why do you have that with you?"

At that, Wendy returned to her senses and rolled her eyes at Beryl before questioning him. "Is he okay?" She had

been a little distracted by Beryl's boyish smile earlier. What an annoying guy! I bet he has won tons of girls over

with that smile of his.

She felt rather repulsed by her own thoughts at that moment. Why should I care about the number of girls he has

interacted with?

"He's fine. Don't worry," Beryl uttered with a nod before glancing at Colton's room door.

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Wendy felt a little more reassured after hearing Beryl's words. After all, if Colton had been in trouble, Beryl would've

been the first to rush over to him. "You haven't responded to my second question. Why are you carrying that bag of

food while standing out here? Isn't the food going to turn cold?" he asked.

Beryl didn't say much after that. He simply fixed his gaze on the takeaway bag in the woman's hands. "What are

you looking at? This is for Colton."

She could sense a rather suspicious look in Beryl's eyes, and it was a look that she was familiar with. I bet he's

thinking of stealing some food for himself. He's never up to anything good.

Beryl shook his head before shifting his gaze to look at her. "You take care, okay?" he muttered before turning

around and disappearing into the room next door.

Wendy was dumbfounded for a moment. This guy never seems to make any sense. How annoying! The more she

thought about it, the more she felt like Beryl had simply been fooling around with her that night. However, she

couldn't find any evidence to back her suspicions. By the time Wendy returned to her senses, the corridors were

empty. She turned and stormed back into her own room, as she felt too idiotic to continue standing around like a

fool.

As the night fell, Nicole found herself lying in bed alone. She had urged Chloe to go back to her own room, but she

couldn't seem to fall asleep even after that. She kept replaying her interactions with Colton that day.

"He seems livelier and more charismatic than before," she muttered as Colton's face surfaced in her mind's eye.

All of a sudden, Nicole was reminded of how Colton had looked when he assumed that the child belonged to

Zachary. Colton's expression had been eerily grim, and even a daredevil like Nicole had taken a few steps back

when she saw his face.

"I'll support you silently, Colton," Nicole muttered as she spread her lips into a smile. She was speaking to the ceiling

as if Colton were there to respond to her.

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After entertaining her thoughts for a while, Nicole lifted her phone to check her notifications. There wasn't a single

message for her. That's odd. Wendy should be sharing all about Colton's matters by now. The absence of her

messages is scaring me. Did something happen?

Nicole couldn't bear to consider the possibilities. Her hands were trembling as she typed out a message. She

wanted to know about Colton. However, her message was completely ignored—she didn't hear back from Wendy at

all.

Meanwhile, Wendy sank into the couch after she got back, utterly exhausted. She stared at the food that she had

bought and contemplated for a moment before she walked over to the table to unpack the food. He sure knows me

well. He knows that I'll get hungry, so he bought extra food for me, she thought. The food had turned cold, but

Wendy wasn't a spoiled brat, and she didn't mind eating it. It'd be a shame to let the food go to waste, after all.

For some reason, Wendy felt rather uneasy to keep her phone in her bag, so she pulled it out and placed it on the

table beside her. Right then, her screen lit up to reveal all her unread messages. She frowned in surprise for a while

before she hastily looked through her notifications.