Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute

Chapter 141 Then What Matters

"Really?"

Starry smiled but didn't go on with the conversation.

Wyatt said no more. When the two finished the tea, Starry yawned.

She didn't sleep well last night, so she felt a little drowsy.

Wyatt raised his eyebrow. "You're sleepy?"

"The weather make me wanna sleep."

It had been drizzling all day long, perfect weather for napping.

It rained a little heavier than before, the rain drops lashing on the air-conditioner outside the balcony.

Wyatt checked the time. "Get some sleep and remember to come over for dinner."

Starry shook her head. "I'm fine."

She had got trouble sleeping recently, so if she had taken some sleep at that time of day, it would have

definitely been a sleepless night again.

But it kept raining outside, and there was nothing to do to kill time at that old house.

Starry stared at the rain outside the balcony for quite a while until she looked back at Wyatt and asked,

"Do you want to go to the Fairy Lake?"

The famous Fairy Lake was located in the west suburb, which drew a lot of visitors during summer or

winter holidays. It didn't have many people there during rainy seasons, but it had the greatest view

when it rained. She had been there when she was little.

"If I said no, would you go there alone?"

Starry propped herself up on the sofa. "When I was a first-grader in elementary school, my father took

me there for fishing. It was in March or April. It rained a lot. When it rained, there was mist wafting

above the lake. When you looked from a distance, the whole lake was rippling, striking."

The lake hadn't been as famous back then, but after that, Starry had never been there again.

At first it was because her father didn't have the time and then he didn't have any time at all.

"It sounds great. Let's go."

He also got up. "Let me grab a coat."

"I have to change too."

It was not a good idea to go out in a dress during a rain.

Starry put on a pair of long jeans. She hadn't brought many clothes with her. All of them were newly

bought. It was the first time she had taken on the jeans since she had got it half a month before

because of the injuries in her legs.

The jeans felt a little tight, which might be because she hadn't worked out much since the injuries.

It was kind of embarrassing.

When Starry was thinking if she should change another pair of pants, Wyatt was knocking.

She signed and thought she might as well just wear them anyway and they would feel less tight.

"Have you ever been there before?"

Wyatt said after her, "No."

He had used to come to the city with his mother, when they would stay for only a couple of days and

left, so he had never got to travel around the city.

And then when he had grown older, he would come during summer holiday, when he would go visit

some botanical garden with his grandpa in the town.

Starry had just taken off the splint, so she couldn't walk too fast in case she would fall down, which

could cripple her forever.

She said no more and concentrated on walking down the stairs.

When they reached the first floor, Starry tried to escape from the rain drops that sparkled, and bumped

into Wyatt, who had just got behind her.

Wyatt held her shoulder with one hand and opened his umbrella with the other. "Let's go. My car is in

the yard,"

Starry took a look at the shoulder he had held, feeling the lingering warmth of the man.

"Thank you for that."

"Why are you suddenly so polite to me again?"

He tilted his head at her, raising his eyebrow.

Starry smiled. "I'm just used to it."

Wyatt said nothing and held the umbrella. The two walked slowly to the car.

There weren't as many cars on the road with the rain.

They set off at four and it was half an hour later when they reached the lake.

The rained abated. Starry got off the car with an umbrella. She looked into the lake outside the gate,

seeing the changes that had taken place over the past ten years.

The road leading inside had been well paved, with barristers on both sides of the lake. Some paths had

been built over the lake, and there was a pretty gazebo in the middle, with willows surrounding it.

The willow trees were flowing in the wind in late March.

The gazebo looked unreal amid the mist wafting over the lake when it rained.

The only sound heard was from the rain. Perhaps nobody would come there in rainy days except

Starry.

She turned around and said to Wyatt, who was standing behind her. "I want to go to the gazebo."

"Go."

They took on the long path leading to the gazebo, each holding an umbrella, with one following the

other toward the gazebo step by step amid the drizzle.

The wind blew with the rain, which made Starry's hands feel cold.

She pulled the sleeves down a little as she watched the ripples made by the rain drops, which were the

only things there on the surface of the lake.

The two walked into the gazebo and Starry folded her umbrella.

She walked to one side of it, watching the rain with a sense of peace and comfort.

Wyatt stared at her nearby, without saying anything to disturb her.

He had realized since the first day he had met her that she didn't seem to like noise.

When nobody spoke, the dropping rain was the only sound in Starry's world.

She stood there for a long time until she felt cold and looked away from the lake. "Are you

disappointed?"

"What?"

Wyatt went next to her and looked toward where she had stared.

The branches of the willow trees were flowing in the spring drizzle across the lake.

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He looked back at her, lowering his head. "Sometimes scenery isn't what matters."

"Then what is it that matters?"

She looked up at him.

"Mood."

He said and paused. "It's good to go out in the rain and enjoy the peace."

"Yeah."

Starry gave the short answer and said no more.

The two left half an hour later. Starry felt asleep on the way back.

The car slowly stopped to wait for the traffic light. Wyatt gently raised his eyebrow as he looked at the

sleeping woman on the passenger seat.

He felt like Starry was a puzzle that he couldn't solve.

It seemed that she was in the abyss and then the next minute she was under the sun.

She was such conflicting being.

When she opened her eyes, she saw darkness before her and then she realized it was evening

already.

She twitched and rubbed her sour neck.

As she turned her head, her eyes met Wyatt's.

The man was looking at her, smiling. "How are you feeling?"

Starry rubbed the back of her own neck. "How long did I sleep?"

Her voice was a little hoarse from the sleep.

Wyatt took a look at the phone. "You woke up earlier than I'd expected."

"It's 6:32. We can make it to dinner if we go there now."

She felt a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I didn't sleep well last night."

"I hope you sleep tight tonight."

Starry unfastened the seat belt. "Thanks."

So did she.