Chapter 89. For You Baby

Judging how Wyatt had prepared the cottage with my skincare, clothes, etc., I knew Wyatt had been planning these days for a long time, despite the fact that little or none of my attention had been on him. Just how he had the assurance that I'd be his, and what would he do if I wasn't his got me curious.

Wyatt ran his hand through my spine teasingly, and I huffed at him as a reply. He smiled and continued massaging my back.

"Failure? Impossible. Why do you think Arya is close to you?" He calmly replied.

"Huh? Arya?" I tried to sit up, but he pressed his palm against my back, so I wouldn't be able to move an inch.

I stared at Wyatt from the corner of my eyes in surprise. "Didn't Oswald plant Arya next to me? How's Arya related to us?" My brows furrowed in confusion. Was Arya planted by Wyatt instead? I felt my confusion grow due to his statement.

"Arya is my sister." Wyatt declared meaningfu