Stephanie's Waiting
In the heart of Clinton Manor, Stephanie Seymour perched her sexy, perfectly rounded ass on the windowsill, cradling her alluring face in her hands as she gazed longingly out at the little grove in the back garden.
The slightest rustle of wind through the grass would light up her face with a spark of excitement.
But just as quickly, disappointment would cloud her features, and she'd bow her head with a heavy sigh.
From last night until now, Stephanie Seymour had been stationed by that window, waiting for that man to return.
Through the endless night, loneliness and solitude had tormented her, leaving her tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Again and again, she'd peered out at the garden, praying he'd come back.
She didn't know what had come over her. They'd only met once, but she'd developed this overwhelming fondness for him.
Ever since he'd left, her mind had been filled with his voice, his face, his smile—and that domineering silhouette as he slaughtered the zombies.
For no reason at all, she felt consumed by worry and anticipation for him.
Seeing no sign of him, Stephanie Seymour let out another soft sigh, her heart churning with anxiety and restlessness.
It was making her pace back and forth, unable to sit still.
"What's wrong with me? We've only just met, seen each other once... but why do I care so much? Could it be... am I in love with him at first sight?"
"No way... He's just an ordinary Asian guy, nothing special about his build or looks. Compared to all those men who chased me before, how could he measure up?"
Stephanie Seymour muttered to herself like a lovestruck schoolgirl, pacing the room, tapping her fist against her palm, stealing glances at the grove every few seconds.
As a rising supermodel with a voluptuous figure and captivating beauty, Stephanie Seymour was the object of desire for countless elites and male stars.
What man wouldn't be smitten by a bombshell like her?
Yet none of those fawning elites—handsome actors and models, or powerful tycoons—had ever left her this sleepless, this tormented with longing.
"But... why do I miss him so much? Why am I so worried about him?"
"Is it... because I'm too lonely?"
Her cheeks flushed crimson at the thought. "No! I'm not lonely! I just feel so alone and scared... I wouldn't think about that kind of thing..."
"But... I really do miss him so much... He promised me he'd come back after handling his business..."
"He wouldn't lie to me... My intuition's always spot on. He'll come back! I've got power, water, veggies, fruit—he has no reason not to..."
"But what if he doesn't? What if something happened to him... What would I do?"
"No! I have to go out and check!"
Just as impatience got the better of Stephanie Seymour and she mustered the courage to open the back door and venture into the garden herself, a nimble figure suddenly appeared atop the wall.
The moment she spotted Xiao Yi, her heart pounded wildly.
Like a little deer leaping in her chest, filling her with uncontainable thrill.
Before Xiao Yi could even reach the door, Stephanie Seymour flung it open and rushed toward him.
"Are you okay? It's so dangerous out there! You shouldn't just wander off like that anymore—it's too risky, you know? You had me so worried!... Have you eaten? I'll make you some toasted bread... You must be dying for some veggies too. I'll pick some fresh ones and cook for you..."
Stephanie Seymour startled herself with her own babbling. When had she, the proud and confident supermodel, ever been this unguarded?
Ever since meeting this man, she felt like she'd become someone else entirely.
Always wanting, in subtle ways, to care for him, protect him.
Xiao Yi looked at her in mild surprise. In this moment, Stephanie Seymour resembled his mother from the other world so closely.
He could feel it—her concern was genuine, straight from the heart.
Like... motherly love.
The word flashed in his mind, and suddenly Xiao Yi realized: this stunning woman he'd only met once seemed to dote on him with the same overflowing maternal affection as his Stephanie Seymour in the second world did for Andy Brandt...
But his current appearance wasn't enhanced by any visual trickery—he still looked like his original self.
Besides, Stephanie Seymour was only 25 now. By Andy's timeline, in 1993, Andy hadn't even been born yet!
Gazing at this woman who was fussing over him excessively, a suspicion stirred in Xiao Yi's heart.
"Could it be... that in these two worlds, the same people feel emotions toward me that subtly influence each other across the divide?"
The bold idea hit him, and suddenly Stephanie Seymour's warmth and concern made perfect sense!
Looking at her now, she really did mirror the second world's Stephanie Seymour—her motherly love for Andy Brandt spilling over uncontrollably!