Todos os capítulos de Longing Beneath Blossoms: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Wyatt’s indulgence toward Vera had reached the point of public outrage.As her bodyguard, he accompanied her shopping, dining, and to the movies. If she casually mentioned craving pastries from a bakery on the west side of the city, he would personally line up at three in the morning to buy them. If her feet grew tired while shopping, he would crouch down and massage her ankles without the slightest concern for the stunned looks around them.As the Wren heir, if Vera liked a new piece from a high-end jewelry house, he would quietly have someone buy out the entire collection and deliver it to her. If she said she liked the stars, he would purchase a private stretch of sky and name it for her. If she said she disliked someone, that person would vanish from elite circles the very next day.Everyone said that Blackridge’s crown prince had fallen hard, and that was no exaggeration.That day, Vera insisted on going to the outskirts to watch the sunset. On the way back, a cargo truck lost

He knew that three years had gone by. Uncovering the truth would take time.Still, as the seconds ticked by, the knot in his chest only tightened. He stared at his phone without blinking, so restless that the ashtray filled with cigarette butts.The phone suddenly vibrated.He answered almost instantly. "Did you find it?"Instead, Mrs. Kline, the housekeeper’s voice came through the line, respectful but tense. "Sir, Chairman Wren would like you to return to the estate immediately."Wyatt frowned. "Is Grandpa unwell?""He didn't say, but he sounded urgent."Wyatt ended the call and started the engine.The Wren estate was ablaze with light.The moment he stepped into the living room, a stack of photographs flew toward him, scattering across the floor."Take a good look at what you’ve been chasing all these years!" Edmund Wren barked, leaning on his cane, face livid. "The heir of the Wren family running off to be someone’s bodyguard for a woman like this?!"Wyatt bent to pick u

The entire hall erupted.Vera’s smile froze on her face. Her voice trembled. "W-What Uncle Charles? Wyatt, what are you talking about?"Alfred helped an elderly man with white hair, leaning on a cane, to go forward. He looked Vera up and down with a satisfied smile. "So this is my future bride? Not bad. Not bad at all.""This is my grandfather’s cousin," Wyatt said flatly. "He has been widowed for years and is looking to remarry."Vera stumbled back. "Impossible! Wyatt, this isn’t funny! He’s old enough to be my grandfather! You have to be joking!"A bodyguard stepped forward and slapped her hard across the face. "Watch how you address him."Half her face swelled instantly.Victor finally reacted, hurrying forward. "Mr. Wren, there must be some misunderstanding. You clearly favored Vera—""Mr. Vaughn," Wyatt cut him off, his voice colder than ice. "My uncle is quite fond of your daughter. If you agree to this marriage, the Wren Group is prepared to establish a long-term partner

The guests erupted instantly."Isn’t that the Wren heir?""What did he just say? ‘Don’t marry him’? Is he trying to stop the wedding?""Oh my God. The Ashford heir just woke up and this is happening at the ceremony…"Whispers crashed over the room like waves.Rhea dug her nails into her palm so hard she nearly thought she was dreaming.How could Wyatt be here?She watched him walk toward her step by step. His suit was rumpled. Bloodshot veins webbed through his eyes. He looked like he had not slept in days."Don’t marry him," he repeated, his voice hoarse beyond recognition. Her fingers trembled faintly, but she forced herself to stay composed."Wyatt, what are you doing here?" She could hear the coldness in her own voice. "Aren’t you afraid your precious Vera will get jealous?"His breathing hitched. Pain flashed in his eyes."I mistook the wrong person." His voice was low and rough, as if countless emotions were being crushed down inside it. "Ree, three years ago, the one

Rhea refused to believe a single word he said.Make it up to her?Those wounds had already been carved into her bones and blood. How could they possibly be made up for?She turned and walked into her room, slamming the door shut. She did not come out again until Wyatt knocked and called her to dinner.When she opened the door, she froze slightly.Wyatt was wearing an apron with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing defined forearms. Several dishes were arranged on the table, fragrant and beautifully plated. Every one of them was her favorite."You made this?" She raised a brow."Yeah." His voice was low. "I didn’t want anyone else interfering."Rhea let out a cold laugh. "You learned to cook for Vera, didn’t you?"His fingers stiffened. Pain flickered across his eyes. "Ree, can we not mention her anymore?"She deliberately mentioned her. At the dinner table, she stabbed at him with one question after another."Vera likes sweets, right? Did you use to cook dessert fo