Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 102 Hanging up on Jacqueline

Henry finished his bath and left the bathroom. At the same time, Yvonne was talking happily to somebody o n the phone.

Henry was slightly annoyed when he saw her bright smile.

"Who are you talking to on the phone?" he asked her with a cold voice.

She never smiled so brightly when she spoke to him.

Yvonne heard his voice. She then turned around and looked at him. She then mouthed a word to him as a form of reply.

She indicated to him that she was talking to Grandpa. Henry was stunned. Soon, his unknown anger disappeared.

"It's late now. Why did he call you?"

Yvonne covered the phone and whispered, "I'm talking about remembrance day with him. He was quite delighted when he learned that you advised me o n that."

"Why did you talk about such things with Grandpa?" Henry frowned.

Yvonne wanted to explain herself. "I thought about it. What if they indeed come after me? And it's quite humiliating if I hire people to drive them away. So I thought it would be better to inform Grandpa about it beforehand and let him know about the rough idea so that he would be prepared.”

Henry seemed slightly surprised to hear that. "You’ve indeed thought it through.”

"Is this some kind of compliment?" Yvonne tilted her head.

Henry then put his large hand on her head and rubbed her hair vigorously. "No. There's nothing for you to compliment on!”

Yvonne sneered. She shoved his hand away in annoyance. "My hair's a mess now."

"Give me the phone." Henry did not bother about her hair. He stretched his hand out toward her.

Yvonne glanced at him once and put the phone in his palm.

She accidentally touched his hand when she did that. He immediately retracted his hand.

Yvonne was dismayed to see that, thinking that he was disgusted by her. She smiled apologetically at him, and she was about to move her hand away.

But he soon grabbed her hand when she tried to move away.

"Why is your hand so cold?" he asked with a deep voice.

Winter had yet to arrive, and her hand was extremely

cold.

It was so cold that he shivered slightly just now.

Yvonne looked at him and replied in a daze, "It's been like this recently."

"Recently?” Henry narrowed his eyes.

Yvonne nodded slightly. "Henry, talk to Grandpa first."

Henry stared at her for a few seconds. At last, he took the phone and walked toward the balcony.

Yvonne sighed. She looked down at her pale hands. She was soon engulfed in a deep bitterness.

In fact, both of her legs and hands were cold too. She only felt warmer in the middle of the night when she was sleeping.

She never had such illnesses before. Since donating her bone marrow to Jacqueline, she noticed that there were some slight problems with her body now. 2

One of the problems was both her hands and legs were cold. On the other hand, she would feel dizzy from time to time. However, she never told him any of those things.

Yvonne looked toward the balcony. She then grabbed her pajamas and walked toward the bathroom.

When she finished her bath, Henry had finished talking to Grandpa on the phone too. He was now sitting in bed, looking at her.

"Have you been ill recently?" he asked. Clearly, he still cared about the incident in which both of her hands were cold.

Yvonne was stunned as she rubbed her hair dry. She averted her gaze quickly. "No, I'm not.”

"Tell me the truth!" Henry's thin mouth was slightly open. Although he sounded casual, he was clearly demanding the truth from her. It was intense.

Yvonne lowered her eyelids. "No, really. My period is just around the corner. My hands will be cold every time before my period."

"Really?" Henry gave her an imploring look.

Yvonne nodded vigorously. "Of course it’s true. You do realize that I'm able to enjoy my meals and move around energetically. Do I look sick to you?"

Henry thought for a while and realized that it was somewhat logical. But he still reminded her, "If you're indeed sick, you need to tell me immediately."

"Alright." Yvonne smiled and gave her a promise.

Henry pointed at the bed. "Your phone."

"I saw it." She threw down her towel and took out the hairdryer to dry her hair at the corner of the room.

Henry did not bother about her anymore. He took a book from beside the bed casually and started reading it.

Yvonne was afraid that she might disturb him with the noise of the hairdryer. So she switched off the hairdryer as she decided to go to the closet to blow dry her hair.

However, she heard his voice the minute she stepped away. "You don’t have to go. It doesn’t bother me.”

"How did you know that I want to...”

"Your inner thoughts are clearly written all over your face.” Henry looked at her.

Yvonne smiled in embarrassment. “Doesn't it bother you?"

"No, it's not an important book either. You can stay and blow your hair dry here.” Henry averted his gaze.

Yvonne felt that it was too intentional if she left given what he had said. So she obeyed him and returned to her previous spot to blow her hair dry.

But even so, she still lowered the speed of the hairdryer to minimize the noise level.

Finally, her hair was dried completely. She breathed out a soft sigh of relief. Then she put away the hairdryer and got into bed.

"Are you done?" Henry closed his book.

Yvonne hugged the blanket. "Yes."

"Then I'll switch off the lamp now." Henry put the book back to the bedside cupboard.

Yvonne turned and looked at him. "Sure."

Henry complied and went to switch off the lamp.

At that moment, his phone started ringing.

He frowned in annoyance and grabbed his phone.

But his eyes became much colder and distant when h e saw who was calling him. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Yvonne was rather curious when she saw him like that. She looked up secretly and peeked at his phone.

She could not help but bite her lower lip when she saw who was calling him. It was Jacqueline.

She was calling him at such a late hour. Did she want him to go to meet her again?

Yvonne was slightly jealous when she thought about that. She appeared unconcerned about it. "It's a call from Miss Conrad."

"Yes," Henry replied softly before he hung up the phone.

Yvonne opened her mouth in shock when she saw that. "Henry, aren’t you going to answer the call?" He had hung up on Jacqueline.

"I don't have to." Henry switched off his phone and put it away.

Yvonne calmed herself down. "Why?"

"I told Jackie not to meet with me so frequently from now on. Certainly, we shouldn't contact each other much." Henry lay down on the bed.

Yvonne pulled at the hem of the blanket with both of her hands. "If that’s the case, won't Miss Conrad be quite sad about it?"

Henry remained quiet.

It was too dark in the room. She could not see his facial expression. She hesitated for a short while before she said, "Henry, why don't you call her back? What if she has some kind of important thing to say to you?"

"Yvonne, could you please just shut up? You’re noisy!" Henry became impatient.

Yvonne became gloomy. She did not dare to speak anymore, so she turned her back against him.

Suddenly, there was a slight movement within the blanket. He stretched his arm out and wrapped it around her waist directly.

She became tense all of a sudden. "Henry, you..."

Before she could speak more, he tightened his grasp o n her waist and pulled her toward him.

She screamed in shock as she felt a strong and muscular chest against her back.

Her small face flushed slightly, and she moved her body a little just because she was unaccustomed to that kind of intimacy.

But Henry stretched another arm toward her as soon a s she started to move around. His other arm went under her neck and across her body, locking her tightly in his embrace.

"Don't move!" he warned her with a hoarse voice.

"Henry, I can't do it tonight..." She said with an extremely soft voice. She sounded quite pitiful.

Henry understood her underlying meaning. He opened his sharp eyes all of a sudden and mocked her, "Yvonne, did you misunderstand something?"