The Daughter in the Shadows (by Una Norris) novel Chapter 92

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That red–haired man had been standing nearby for a while. Elsie had noticed him the moment she whispered in Paul’s ear–he was staring straight at her.

His gaze was intense, invasive, and clearly didn’t care that she had a boyfriend.

Elsie was secretly thrilled. He must be someone powerful, she thought smugly. And he’s into me.

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She broke the eye contact and pushed Paul into a room, a smile tugging at her lips. She locked the door behind them.

An hour later, Elsie stepped out, legs pressed together, making her way quietly into a shadowed stairwell while no one was watching.

Back in the hospital room, Wyatt had just set Yunice down on the bed.

She looked past his shoulder, saw Morgan leaving, and finally loosened her grip around Wyatt’s neck.

“Thank you.” Her voice was distant. Cold. Nothing like the woman who’d been clinging to him just seconds -ago.

Wyatt’s eyes narrowed, seeing through her immediately. “Using me again?”

Yunice didn’t answer. She didn’t explain either. She’d done it before, and she wasn’t afraid of being caught again.

Ever since the day she stepped out from behind him to stand up to pretending to be some docile little girl in front of Wyatt.

Owen and Paul, she’d stopped

Even the fact that he showed up at the Saunders family home to take her away–that had been part of her plan.

She had locked herself in her room and called Joe in advance, hoping Wyatt would refuse the marriage himself.

She hadn’t expected him to show up and drag her out.

Now, with Wyatt silently watching her, she had no idea if he was plotting to get back at her.

The room fell into silence–until her phone rang.

She reached for the old device Elsie had given her. Seeing Wyatt didn’t stop her, she hesitated before answering.

“Ms. Saunders, may I have the honor of buying you a meal?” It was Quinton.

Yunice glanced up at Wyatt. She hadn’t turned on speaker, but the room was so quiet, there was no way he didn’t hear Quinton’s voice.

She’d been waiting for this call. Quinton was another dance, another card she could play.

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Before she could finish, her hand was suddenly empty.

Wyatt flicked her phone out of her hand with one swift motion.

It spun midair and landed cleanly in his palm.

He looked her in the eyes, then said into the phone, “She’s not available.”

On the other end, Quinton sounded confused. “And you are?”

Wyatt’s gaze locked with Yunice’s, heavy with possessiveness. “I’m her man.”

Yunice’s eyes widened. She snatched the phone back and ended the call in a panic.

“Mr. Cooper, you-” She bit her lip, eyes full of feigned fear.

Widower?

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