Chapter 4

Wendy blinked before closing her eyes and covering them with a handkerchief that she took out earlier, shielding her face from the sun. Only her mouth remained uncovered as she napped. Xyla was less relaxed than Wendy. It was her first time in a vehicle, so she sat with her legs tightly closed as she examined the jeep's interior. Still, she tried to rein in her curiosity and leaned back in her seat. From time to time, Xyla sneaked a glance at Sean. Her heart raced whenever she looked at him. Xyla smiled when she thought about how Wendy initially didn't want the handsome, accomplished Sean. That was how Xyla even got engaged with him. As long as Sean's distaste for Wendy remained, she wouldn't stand a chance. The jeep journeyed away from Riverbend Village. When they passed by a little shop, Sean stopped the jeep and went inside. He then returned with a red box with a slice of cake in it. "This is the cake I've written about in my letters. Here, this is for you." Sean handed the box to Xyla. Xyla was moved as she had never had cake before. "Thank you, Sean." Xyla then glanced at Wendy, who was fast asleep, resembling a pig. "Um, but Wendy…" "That cake is for you." Sean was blank-faced as he started up the jeep again and made for the nearest train station. Xyla was overjoyed, glancing again at Wendy with a smug grin. Initially, she wanted to wait until Wendy was awake, but she couldn't wait any longer to try the cake. Carefully, Xyla opened up the box and used the plastic fork that Sean gave her to scrape off some of the buttercream on the cake, which practically melted in her mouth. It was deliciously sweet. This was the tastiest thing that Xyla had eaten in her life. "Thank you so much. It's really yummy." Sean didn't answer Xyla but watched her dig into the cake enthusiastically. Meanwhile, Wendy continued to sleep, her lips curved into a smile. She had a hand covering her bag protectively, as though she was worried that Xyla would steal the boiled eggs inside it. He coldly turned his gaze back to the road ahead. The jeep shook as Sean drove down a bumpy road. The handkerchief on Wendy's fell. Wendy opened her eyes, but just as she was about to bend down and pick it back up, Xyla shrank back as though she was expecting to be hit. She was afraid that Wendy was going to take the half-eaten cake from her. "Here, Wendy, you can have it. Please don't be angry." Sean's gaze turned cold as he watched the situation unfold. Instantly, the interior of the jeep turned oppressive. If Wendy had never transmigrated into this story, she would have continued to think that Xyla was a poor little mistreated girl. However, in truth, Xyla was a master at playing the victim. She was constantly pretending to be pitiful to stir up sympathy. The original Wendy never had any intentions of stealing Sean from Xyla, but Xyla constantly pretended to be scared and bullied in front of others. It caused everyone to view the original Wendy in a negative light. Xyla did it so she could gain their sympathy and pity. Meanwhile, the original Wendy had a hot temper. Since she couldn't get anyone to believe her, the only way she could rein in Xyla was through physical intimidation so that she wouldn't go overboard. That was how the perception that the original Wendy was a selfish, intimidating bully of a sister came to be. "Sean's your fiancé. That cake he got for you is rightfully yours. Why would I be angry?" Wendy blinked as she innocently replied to Xyla. Xyla's eye twitched. She hadn't expected Wendy to be so calm about this. In just a few short moments, she had deduced that Xyla wanted Sean to think that Wendy wanted to steal her cake. "That… wasn't my intention. I've had half of the cake already, so you can have the rest. Is that alright?" Xyla put on an innocent look as she handed the cake over. No wonder Xyla turned out victorious in the original story. She was such a good actress. "But Sean deliberately went to that bakery to get that cake for you. How can I just eat it? I don't like cake and buttercream anyway. You can have it all," Wendy said, her dimples showing as she smiled. Her voice was soft and devoid of any animosity. Wendy then bent down to pick up her fallen handkerchief. Before she placed the handkerchief back on her face, she caught sight of Sean's gaze in the mirror. He was regarding her with a critical look. Since she wouldn't need to interact much with him, and they most likely wouldn't cross paths again once they arrived at Bellmire City, Wendy pretended not to notice his look. She carefully covered her eyes again, shielding them from the sunlight. Wendy's words earlier clearly showed that she hadn't been asleep and had been listening the whole time. She had heard about Xyla and Sean's exchange. Xyla remained quiet. Her face was red as she took back her cake. Discreetly, she gritted her teeth. Why did Wendy seem different from before? The jeep soon arrived at the train station. Two military officers were already stationed there, waiting for them. One of them was Hadrian Anning, who was supposed to drive the jeep back to the base. The other was Wyatt Hudson, an officer who worked with Sean. Both men's eyes lit up at the sight of Wendy. No wonder Sean had taken the trouble to come all the way here to this village in the middle of nowhere for a mission. It turned out that he had taken the opportunity to meet with his fiancée as well. They had heard that Sean had immediately gone to meet her after he finished his tasks. He only returned to base when night fell. When he arrived at the base, Sean immediately got on the phone with his family, talking with them for a full 15 minutes. He probably told them that they would be having their wedding reception soon. No, he was probably telling them that they would tie the knot the moment they stepped off the train in Bellmire City. Wendy had luscious pink lips. She had a healthy glow to her skin, which was soft and supple. She was far more beautiful than any movie star out there. Hadrian and Wyatt immediately saluted Sean before going over to help the girls with their luggage. "Nice to meet you, officer. Do you know where the restroom is?" Wendy looked around, but she couldn't find any sign of the restroom, so she asked them in a friendly manner. Her voice was soft and melodious. To Wyatt, it was like honey. He couldn't help but want to hear her lovely voice more. Sean probably would be less of a slave driver during training with her around. Since he knew that Sean had met with his fiancée the night before, Wyatt thought that he should accompany her to the restroom. Wyatt informed Wendy to wait for him before he sauntered over to Sean, grinning. "Hey, Captain, your future wife asked where the restroom is. Why don't you take her there?" Sean immediately frowned, repulsion clear on his face as he asked in a stony manner, "Who? Which girl are you referring to?"