Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 111 Henry's Bedroom

She turned around to see both Henry and Joe lagging behind.

Henry heard her voice. He looked up at her but made n o reply. He averted his gaze and continued talking with Joe. "I want you to hire somebody to keep a close eye on Elliot." i

"Alright." Joe nodded. "But Mr. Lancaster, I think what madam said just now in the car is indeed logical. If it's true that the Taylor Group wants to get revenge on us b y cooperating with us intentionally because of that piece of land, we need to take precautions beforehand. It could help us prevent them from pulling any kinds o f tricks later on during the process."

"I'm aware of that. You just need to keep an eye on Elliot from time to time. I doubt that he might have some other schemes in mind." Henry narrowed his charming eyes.

Joe was confused. "Why do you think so?"

"I’m thinking about how he asked for Yvonne’s contact number this morning. I'm trying to link that incident to the information you gathered tonight."

"So do you think that Elliot is trying to start with madam?"

Henry replied softly that it was indeed what he was thinking about.

Joe replied seriously. "Alright, I’ll hire somebody to keep a close eye on him all the time. Do I need to report this incident to the master?"

"It’s unnecessary. If you tell him about it, he might think about my father, and he’ll certainly be grieved about it." Henry lowered his eyes, trying to hide the emotions as he spoke calmly.

Joe nodded slightly. "Alright."

"You may leave now." Henry waved his hand and asked him to leave. Then, he strode away.

Yvonne was still standing there waiting for him. When he approached her, she could not help but ask him, "Why didn’t Mr. Woods stay?"

"He's not a Lancaster," Henry replied.

Only then did Yvonne remember the rule in which only the Lancasters or those who were related by blood with the Lancasters could enter the family residence.

"I almost forgot about it." She scratched her head apologetically. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Henry did not want to blame her. He took the initiative and held her hand. "Lome, Grandpa is waiting for us."

"Alright!" Yvonne nodded firmly, looking at their clasped hands and his tall figure from the back. She could not help but smile in contentment.

He took the initiative and held her hand. 1

At that moment, Yvonne felt that her steps were light, just like she was stepping on the clouds. It appeared like some kind of fantasy for her.

But she could clearly feel the warmth emitted from his hand. It proved to her that it was not a fantasy.

Henry led Yvonne into the hall in that manner.

The master used the walking stick to support himself and sat in the living room. There was a smile on his solemn face when he saw them coming toward her." Here you are."

"Grandpa." Henry nodded slightly.

Yvonne greeted him too. "Grandpa."

"Good. Let's take a seat.” Looking at them hold each other's hands, the master was filled with a sense of satisfaction.

Yvonne was pulled by Henry to sit just beside the master.

After she took her seat, Henry let go of her and held up a cup of tea beside him and took a sip.

Yvonne felt slightly disappointed when she realized that he had let go of her hand.

But that disappointment soon disappeared in a second. In fact, she knew that it was impossible for Henry to hold her hand all the time even though

Henry wanted to put on a show before the master. He wanted to appear lovey-dovey with Yvonne before the master.

So she was quite satisfied with that short moment she had just now.

"Yvonne.” The master turned to look at her all of a sudden.

Yvonne suppressed her inner thoughts and stood up." Yes? Are you talking to me, Grandpa?"

"Please do sit down.” The master waved his hand." This is your home too. Why are you being so self-conscious? Sit down and talk."

Yvonne did not dare to disobey him. She then sat down again.

The master smiled. "Did Sue tell you about the rules you need to keep in mind for tomorrow's occasion?"

"Yes, she did," Yvonne replied. "Not only her, but

Henry taught me some of the rules too."

"Oh?” The master looked at Henry in surprise. "Henry, i s that true?"

Henry raised his eyebrows. "Not really."

He only told her about the rules which she did not have to adhere to. It was not like he was teaching her about the rules.

"It seems like you’ve indeed taught her about that. That's good.” The master touched his beard in satisfaction.

For him, it meant that Henry was starting to have feelings for Yvonne since Henry was willing to teach Yvonne about that.

That was indeed good news.

"By the way, have you eaten your meal yet?" The master asked them. 1

Yvonne replied immediately. "I have, but I don't know about Henry.”

"Why? Didn't you come together just now?” The master frowned.

Yvonne waved her hands lightly. "We did. But Henry had just returned to the villa before we came."

"Where did you go?" The master appeared solemn and interrogated Henry.

Henry opened his thin lips slightly. "The office."

"Is it true?" The master narrowed his eyes as he was still slightly suspicious about it.

Henry put down the cup of tea and stared right at him. "Don't you believe me, Grandpa?"

The master smiled and did not answer Henry’s question. He changed the topic directly. "Although your company is important, your family is too. If you have time, do be with Yvonne more. It's better to have a child sooner."

Yvonne blushed deeply when they talked about children. She remembered how the master asked Sue t

o drug the two of them previously.

It dawned on Henry too. His handsome face darkened. "Grandpa, you don't have to be so nervous about that. It'll come when the time is right."

"You said the same thing three years ago," the master chuckled.

Yvonne stole a secret glance at Henry.

Did he say such a thing three years ago?

Henry noticed her gaze, but he made no reply. He got u p and walked toward the master and helped him up." Come, Grandpa. Let me eat with you."

"Who wants you to come along? I'll lose my appetite, looking at your emotionless face," Master said in contempt, but he appeared to be smiling at the same time.

"Yvonne, come along with us." Master stretched his other hand toward Yvonne.

Although she was not hungry, she did not reject him. She went forward immediately and held his other hand.

They walked toward the living room. Frederick smiled happily and followed closely behind them.

After the meal, the master could not bear it anymore. H e returned to his bedroom to take a rest under Frederick's help given that he was rather old now, and he was not as strong as before.

"Let's go," Henry said to Yvonne.

Yvonne tilted her head in confusion. "Where to?"

"Back to the bedroom." Henry strode out of the dining room.

Yvonne followed closely behind him quickly.

Both of them returned to Henry’s room in the family residence. The room had been tidied up and the bed was made. They could turn in directly.

Yvonne looked at that ancient large bed, and her breathing became much more heavy and difficult.

She could not help but think about what happened three years ago. It was the night when she got married to Henry. That bedroom was decorated as their wedding room. She sat on the bed and waited for him for an entire night. But he never returned to the bedroom. 1

He was home the next day, but the first thing he said t o her was to ask her to move out of the family residence. She had not stepped foot on the family residence since. She always lived in that villa from then on.

Yvonne smiled bitterly when she thought about the past.

"What are you looking at?" She heard Henry's cold voice from behind her.

Yvonne used her sleeves to wipe away the tears at the corner of her eyes which should not be there in the first place. She turned around and forced a smile." Nothing. I just feel that this furniture is indeed beautiful.”

"You're clearly lying.” Henry threw a glance at her calmly.

Yvonne opened her small mouth slightly and lowered her head. "I'm sorry..."

"That's enough. Go and take a bath." Henry pulled at the tie around his neck, unwilling to look at her as she was acting like that.

Every time she saw through her, she would lower her head, just like she was being bullied. He was annoyed when he saw that.

Could she not act more confidently?

Yvonne did not know what Henry's thoughts were. She replied softly and went to look for things in the bag she brought with her.

Suddenly, her facial expression changed. “Oh gosh!" Henry became nervous. "What’s wrong?"