Chapter 836

Why would some big company from Cyntia specifically choose Wyatt's father? Wyatt couldn't help but think of Andrew and Melina. When they left, they had mentioned they were from Cyntia. His expression became complicated. Could they have been behind this? It was just like the famous player who had randomly shown up at their university to coach. No one believed he had come just for fun. Changes were happening in small but undeniable ways. ... But between Andrew and Melina, nothing seemed to have changed. After arriving back in Cyntia, Melina, who had been quiet in the car, finally spoke, "Where are we going?" Andrew paused. "Where do you want to go?" "Grandpa is awake. Of course, I want to stay with him. But if you insist otherwise, I hope you'll handle it peacefully. Don't upset him," she said seriously. Wallace was old and in poor health. Even with Damarion by his side, Melina didn't want him to be upset in any way. Andrew didn't hesitate. "He's at Oakread now. I'll go with you." Melina raised an eyebrow slightly. Maybe Andrew had changed more than he realized. Like he had said before, his core personality hadn't changed. But when it came to things related to her, he was different now. She tested the waters. "Can I go back to university?" "No. The dorms aren't convenient." "I'll commute. When I'm further along, I can take another break." "I don't want you going back and forth every day. It's tiring, and I won't feel at ease when you're somewhere I can't see you." Melina wanted to say she didn't feel tired. Cyntia wasn't like the mountains. She wouldn't have to walk over an hour just to get to class. She'd be taking a car both ways. What was so exhausting about that? But before she could argue, Andrew cut her off. "Enough. You barely rested today. Get some sleep. I'll wake you when we get home. Tomorrow, we'll go for a check-up together." Melina opened her mouth but said nothing. All the reasons didn't matter. The real reason was that Andrew simply wouldn't allow it. Now that she had stopped trying to run, Andrew no longer restricted her. But he still wouldn't let her out of his sight. She couldn't exactly take him along to Cyntia University as a guest student. Feeling helpless, Melina gave up and closed her eyes to sleep. By the time she woke up, they had already arrived at Oakread. She was lying in a familiar bed. She had finally come home, but she still hadn't seen Wallace. Checking the time, she quickly put on her slippers and ran downstairs. She found Wallace in the garden, tending to his vegetable patch. Wallace was full of energy as he scolded Damarion. "Damarion! Try stealing my vegetables again and see what happens! You ate all my cilantro!" Damarion replied lazily, "Vegetables are meant to be eaten. Even Melina didn't mind when I took some. Why are you being so stingy? It's just a few leaves of cilantro." "You already ate them! But at least help me replant it." "Nope. The sun's perfect right now. I'm staying right here." The two old men were both stubborn and hot-tempered and seemed to bicker constantly. Melina smiled and called out, "Grandpa, Uncle Damarion." Wallace's anger instantly turned into joy. "Lina, you're awake! Are you hungry? We made something delicious for you today. Come, let's eat! Don't mind that old fool." "It's still early. Isn't it a bit soon for dinner?" "When you're pregnant, you can eat up to seven times a day. You need to eat more so both you and the baby stay healthy." Damarion rolled over lazily, still chewing on a sprig of cilantro.