Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 129 Etiquette Coach

"Why do you ask?" Henry narrowed his eyes.

"I was just wondering. He actually called me today..." Yvonne hurriedly replied.

"Call?” The expression on Henry’s face darkened." What did he tell you?"

Yvonne's gaze darted about, "Nothing much, just something similar to what he told me last time."

She didn’t even dare to speak in detail.

Henry would be definitely angry if he found out about i t.

“You gave him your number?" Henry tightened his grip on the pen.

Yvonne waved her hands frantically, "No, he found it himself.”

"Change it," Henry spat the two words coldly.

"Change my number?" she asked.

He nodded without further comment.

"Okay," she agreed very readily.

In any case, she didn't have a lot of contacts so she didn’t mind changing her number.

It was only then that Henry's expression improved slightly. He brought the bowl to his lips and took a sip

of the chicken soup that Yvonne brought to him.

"Henry, why did you write his name here?" Yvonne asked in curiosity.

"I asked Joe to investigate him the other day."

"I know, I was in the car too."

Henry was a little dissatisfied from being interrupted and cast a cold glance at her.

Yvonne lowered her head, realizing that she had done something wrong. "Fine, I won't say anything else. Carry on."

Henry retracted his gaze and continued speaking, " After that, I had Joe monitor him and found out that the guy is more mysterious than I thought."

"What do you mean?" Yvonne blinked.

Henry shook his head and said nothing else.

Yvonne waited for a while. His silence told her that she wasn't going to get an answer out of him, so she felt a little disappointed.

But the disappointment quickly faded away because it was still quite rare for him to answer her questions this much.

"Henry, the soup is getting cold. Drink it quickly. I’ll bring the bowl downstairs," Yvonne urged him.

Henry hummed in response, then drank the soup spoonful after spoonful.

Once he was done, Yvonne took the bowl and left. Her portion was still waiting for her downstairs.

The next day, the etiquette coach reported to work at the villa just as Henry had said.

Yvonne looked at the coach in front of her. She was a blonde and stern-looking woman in her thirties or forties - a rather standard lady-like French woman.

Somehow, Yvonne was a little intimidated by her because she looked very strict.

"Well then, let us begin, Mrs. Lancaster," the etiquette coach said to Yvonne expressionlessly.

Yvonne nodded blankly, "Okay."

Yvonne experienced what hell was after that.

The etiquette coach had very high expectations.

Whatever Yvonne did that didn't meet her standards, she would have to repeat ten or twenty times until her muscle memory was formed.

The next two hours of torture left her forehead beaded with sweat.

Sue looked at her fearfully, worrying that the child in her womb would be harmed.

"Miss, please let madam rest!" Sue tried to persuade.

The etiquette coach remained motionless and even ignored Sue. Her sharp blue eyes were fixated on Yvonne, "Mrs. Lancaster, your smile is too stiff. Lift the corners of your lips naturally. Hold the chopstick

between your teeth and don't drop them."

"Got it," Yvonne answered while panting.

The etiquette coach circled around her with a teaching stick in hand. If Yvonne messed up her standing posture or smile, her butt would be spanked.

Although it didn't hurt, it was still humiliating.

The last time she got a spanking on the butt, she was still a child.

Little did she expect that she would actually experience it again at this age.

Yvonne's delicate face was flushed red and her eyes were red. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to fall at any moment.

If she hadn't promised Henry that she would learn proper etiquette and attend the charity ball with him, nothing would ever convince her to do this. It was just too tiring.

"Madam..." Sue looked anxious.

Yvonne gave her an exhausted smile, trying to assure her that she was fine.

Sue wasn't convinced. She sighed and said, "Madam, let’s not learn this anymore."

"No, I must carry on. I promised Henry.”

"But your body..."

Yvonne shook her head, "Don't worry. I know my

limits."

Sue gave up after seeing her stubbornness. She could only closely watch over her from the sidelines, in case something happened to Yvonne.

An hour later, the etiquette coach finally left the villa.

Sue quickly helped Yvonne to the sofa, "Here, madam, drink up."

She offered her a glass of water.

Yvonne thanked her and accepted the glass with both hands.

Her hands were trembling from holding up a book for too long, and she ended up spilling a lot of water from the glass.

Sue had no choice but to hold the glass up for her to drink.

Yvonne's throat felt a lot better after a refreshing drink. She was no longer parched, but she was still exhausted. Every time she moved, she felt pain in her arms and legs from lifting and standing too much.

Sue thought for a while before persuading her, " Madam, maybe we should tell sir that you're going to call it quits."

Yvonne closed her eyes and said, "That won't do. I should have learned these things three years ago. Now that Henry acknowledges me as his wife, I should do m y part in improving myself so that I won't embarrass him."

"Although that's true, you're pregnant now and in poor health. A few hours of training today have reduced you to this state, how can you possibly bear the rest of the days? What if something happens to the child?" That was still Sue's primary concern.

Yvonne touched her belly, "I'll think about it."

"Okay, please reconsider, madam. I'll prepare hot water for you to soak your feet. You’ll feel much better."

"Alright, thank you Sue."

After Sue left, Yvonne smiled bitterly at her feeble hands.

She felt really useless. Only a few hours of training left her this exhausted.

Could she really give birth to a child safely with such poor physical condition?

It was at this moment that she started doubting herself.

But it didn’t take her too long before she steeled her resolve.

She must give birth to the child regardless of her physical condition, even if it meant that she would lose her life in the process.

After all, this child was Henry and her flesh and blood.

"Madam," Sue came out from the kitchen with a basin.

Yvonne gathered her thoughts and looked at it, "What did you put in it, Sue? It smells so strange.”

She wrinkled her nose and tried to fan the smell away with her hand.

Sue chuckled, “Just some herbs that will do wonders for your body."

"Herbs? We have those at home?" Yvonne was surprised.

"I brought them from my hometown. You’ll have some small problems with your body when you’re old like m e. I often soak my feet with these herbs. You can give them a try too, madam," Sue explained.

"Alright.” Yvonne took off her shoes and dipped her feet into the basin with great interest. Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

As soon as Henry came back, he frowned at the strange smell. "What are you doing?"

Yvonne moved her feet in the water and replied," Soaking my feet.”

Henry looked at the black foot bath in disgust, "What kind of water is this?"

"Sue specially prepared this herbal water.”

"Why are you soaking your feet out of the blue?" Henry set the briefcase in his hand down.

Yvonne scratched her head, "Sue mentioned that this i s good for health, so I'm giving it a try."

"Get it done soon and clean up the place, it smells bad," Henry ordered in his deep voice.

Yvonne nodded, "Alright. Why are you back so late tonight though, Henry?"