He never beats around the bush when he speaks, and his actions are very efficient.
Seraphina Caldwell felt a warmth in her heart, suddenly realizing that although this person was clumsy with words and didn't know how to talk indirectly.
But this straightforwardness, on the contrary, made people feel at ease.
Just now, she clearly called for Wyatt Yardley, but the first one to rush in was him.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, she immediately stood up, smoothing out the creased sleeves.
"I'm really fine, just a bit confused from sleep. I can manage myself, no need to take care of me, it's not good to delay the journey."
As she spoke, Wyatt Yardley walked in carrying a wooden bucket.
Steam rose from the water, warm and comforting.
His steps were light and steady, stopping in the middle of the room before gently placing the bucket on the ground.
"Walking mountain roads during the day, there's probably no time to wash up; soaking in the morning makes one feel refreshed."
