Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 126 Lynette’s Birthday

Yvonne laid down anxiously. She had lost all her drowsiness. Her eyes were wide open as countless thoughts raced through her mind.

She didn't even know how long it took before some of the drowsiness returned to her again.

Letting out a yawn, she turned to the side and fell asleep with her back facing Henry.

For the next two days, Yvonne tried to come up with some other reasons to deny Henry. In the end, Henry either went to bed first or came back very late and showed no intention of doing anything with her before she could even use any of her excuses.

This left her feeling both relieved and a little flustered.

She was flustered because she had no idea if he was still upset about being rejected two days ago.

Yet at the same time, she didn't dare to ask him either!

"Mr. Lancaster, this is the information you requested." Yvonne stood at Henry's desk and submitted the documents to him with both hands.

"Just put them down there," the man responded without even looking at her.

"Alright," Yvonne set the documents down on the empty space to his right, then stood still there.

Although Henry was focused on his work, he could still easily detect her movements from the corner of his eye.

He stopped typing, then turned his head to look at her, "Why are you still here?"

"I have something to say," she gripped the hem of her blouse.

He leaned back in his chair, "What is it?"

"It's Lyn's birthday today, so I may not come back," she said.

Henry frowned at her, "Not coming back?"

"Yeah," Yvonne nodded.

The man pursed his thin lips. "You're planning to stay a night out?"

"No, I'll be sleeping over at Lyn’s house."

"No!" Henry denied her request.

Yvonne was slightly taken aback, "Why?"

"Why do you need to stay over at someone else’s home? It’s not like you don't have a home." Henry's face darkened.

Yvonne bit her lip, "But Lyn's birthday party is at night and it will definitely end late. I'm only staying over because it would be difficult to hail a cab home at that time." "No way," Henry continued denying her request.

She was growing impatient, "So you want me to come back in the middle of the night?”

"I'll pick you up," he crossed his arms.

His response surprised her. "You’ll pick me up?" Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"Where is her place?" He asked instead of answering her.

Yvonne recited the address of Lynette’s house in a daze.

"Got it, I'll call you at ten in the evening. You may leave now," he dismissed her with a wave of his hand after getting the address.

She skipped her way out like she was stepping on clouds. The situation felt so unreal to her.

He was going to pick her up?

Was he worried for her safety, or that she wouldn’t manage to hail a cab to come back?

Yvonne turned her head around and glanced at the door to the CEO’s office. She couldn’t stop a smile from blooming across her face as sweetness filled her heart.

Although she didn't know if her guesses were correct, there was nothing else to stop her from thinking that way. i

Yvonne returned to her office, sat on her chair, and then spun around twice in excitement.

However, her excitement didn't last long as it was quickly interrupted by a phone call.

It was an unfamiliar number, but from the same city. Yvonne hesitated for a while before deciding to answer the call. "Hello, this is Yvonne Frey speaking.”

She even wondered if it was a marketing call.

"Hello, Yvonne. This is Elliot Taylor." A charming voice came through from the other end of the line.

She was taken aback, "Why do you have my number?"

She didn't give him her number, did she?

Elliot chuckled, and his deep voice made her feel weak. "Since you didn’t give it to me, I had no choice but to find it myself. It's not that difficult for me."

"Then why did you ask me last time?” Yvonne was speechless.

"That was for the sake of being sincere. After all, it wouldn't be very appropriate of me to just dig around for your number behind your back. If you hadn't rejected me, I wouldn't have done that either," Elliot said aggrievedly.

Yvonne rolled her eyes at him. "How can I help you, M r. Taylor?"

"Nothing in particular. The thing I told you last time, have you given it a thought?" he asked.

Yvonne’s face turned cold. "If it's about asking me to leave my husband and be with you, then I can answer you without even thinking: impossible! Besides, I don't believe that you like me that way, Mr. Taylor. On the contrary, it makes me suspect that you're only saying that to use me as a tool to achieve some objectives."

The smile on Elliot's face slowly faded on the other end of the line, and was then replaced by a frosty expression. Even his almond-shaped eyes turned terrifyingly cold.

This woman...

Did Henry analyze the situation and then tell her that?

Elliot thought about it for a while. He wasn’t sure if he had guessed the situation correctly, so he could only temporarily push this conjecture to the back of his mind. He suppressed all the emotions that were just revealed on his face and reverted to his usual self.

"Miss Frey, it really saddens me to hear you say that. I truly fancy you," he sighed in disappointment.

Yvonne snorted coldly, "I still don't believe you. I have some self-awareness. How would someone as amazing as yourself fall for someone like me?"

"This has nothing to do with my quality as a person. I just happen to be attracted to you," Elliot smiled.

Yvonne blushed.

What a smooth talker Elliot was.

Although she knew that his words were not credible, she was inevitably affected by his sweet talk.

Yvonne quickly slapped her face to sober herself up.

'Come on, Yvonne Frey! You're a married woman!'

'How could you let yourself be affected by his sweet talk?'

She took a deep breath and quickly recomposed herself. "Mr. Taylor, I won't believe it no matter what you say. If you have no other business with me, then I'll hang up now," she answered in a cold manner.

"Hold on," Elliot stopped her. "I have just one more thing."

"Go on," she knitted her eyebrows together.

Elliot's lips curled into a smile. "Miss Frey, you may not believe that I fancy you, but you must believe in m e about one thing. I've said it last time but I'll say it again - Mr. Lancaster is not the right one for you. Staying with him is just hurting yourself."

His statement angered her. "Mr. Taylor, why are you always saying things like these? Does seeing me do well make you feel this salty?"

"Don't be upset, Miss Frey. I’m not being salty, I'm just telling you all these things for your own good. Did you know recently..."

"I don’t know and I don’t want to hear it either, okay?" Yvonne interrupted him angrily and immediately hung up on him.

She was really upset. She was well aware that she belonged in a different world from Henry and they weren’t a good match. But it just so happened that they ended up together. It was fine if people didn't want to give her their blessings, but did they have to keep rubbing it in her face that way?

And what did he mean by saying that she was hurting herself by staying with Henry?!

It wasn’t like she didn’t know that Henry still hadn't gotten over Jacqueline. It was indeed hurtful to her in a way, but she could take it because Henry made it clear that he wouldn't divorce her to get back with Jacqueline. So why did these people have to keep reminding her about it?! It was so annoying!

Yvonne tossed her phone aside, then got up and went t o the bathroom.

Some of the anger in her heart subsided after she washed her face. When she came back again, she decided to block Elliot's number on her phone.

"I’ll see how you can find me next time," she mumbled smugly.

In the afternoon, Yvonne sorted out and submitted the last information that Henry needed before hailing a cab to Lynette’s house.

Lynette would be throwing a birthday party at her house tonight, so the place was all decorated.

By the time Yvonne arrived, a crowd had gathered in her house. With just a glance, she estimated that there were about a dozen people. The ratio of men to women was about ten to three, and everyone was around her age.

She watched as Mrs. Yaeger eagerly dragged Lynette all over the place to socialize with the men and immediately understood what this so-called birthday party was for.

This birthday party was more like a blind date that her mother had meticulously planned for her.

No wonder why Lynette had that look on her face when she handed out the invitation.

"Pfft!" Yvonne could barely contain her laughter.

Lynette came over when she finally got rid of her mother and took a seat beside her, looking paralyzed with exhaustion. "What are you laughing at?"