Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 198 Strange Dream

It was only then that Shane realized that he had a slip of tongue and revealed something he shouldn't have.

He scratched his head with a rather troubled look on his face and had no choice but to continue the conversation. "Actually, I discovered a secret behind your identity...”

"My identity?" Yvonne exclaimed, "Is there something wrong?" Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

"No, you're fine. There are just many strange things revolving around it. I have been investigating for nearly three months, but haven't been making progress at all," Shane replied vaguely.

Yvonne grew even more anxious. "If nothing is wrong, then what is so strange about it?"

"Yvonne, I can’t tell you for the time being. Can I tell you after I have thoroughly investigated it? If I tell you now, I'm afraid it will stir up some unwanted

troubles.” Shane's tone became serious.

He really couldn't afford to reveal the truth about her true identity at this point in time.

If she found out that she wasn't the daughter of the Freys, she would definitely try to uncover the secrets o f her identity by herself. If that person knew about this, that person would definitely prevent her from returning to her real home or even try to do something against her.

It was for this reason that he hid this matter from even Henry. He had been secretly investigating it all the time, but unfortunately, it involved events from the distant past so it was really difficult to investigate.

Yvonne could hear the seriousness in his voice. Although she was a little disappointed, she understood the reason behind his silence in this matter. "Alright. Then please look into it and inform

m e when you manage to find out. I would like to know what’s so strange about my identity."

"Don't worry, I will. But when that time comes, I hope you'll..." Shane trailed off.

Yvonne tilted her head. "Hope I'll...?"

"Never mind. We'll leave that till next time. I still have some other matters to attend to, so I’ll hang up now. I'll talk to you again next time," Shane smiled.

Yvonne hummed in response then told him," Goodbye."

She hung up and put her phone away with a smile. Just when she was about to return to her house, a voice suddenly rang out behind her. "Who was that, m y child?"

Yvonne turned her head, "Chief Frey, why are you here?"

"I brought you some vegetables," the chief replied and set down the basket he was carrying.

Yvonne quickly poured him a cup of tea. "Thank you, Chief Frey."

"You’re welcome. They are all home grown." The chief accepted the teacup and sat down. He then scanned her face with his shrewd eyes. "Were you crying, my child?"

"No." Yvonne quickly turned around and wiped her eyes. "I got sand in my eyes."

"Come on now." The chief shook his head in amusement. "You're a bad liar, my child. Tell me, was that your husband just now? Was he being mean to you?"

"No, it's a friend of mine," Yvonne turned back to him and replied softly.

The old man squinted at her. "A friend? Wasn't he talking about your identity just now?"

"You heard that?" Yvonne was slightly taken aback.

The chief nodded. A sharp glint flashed across his eyes before he tried probing, "I overheard a little. What did he mean by that?"

"I don't know either.” Yvonne failed to notice the chief's strange behavior and proceeded to briefly talk about the conversation she had with Shane.

Upon hearing her explanation, the chief was slightly relieved. "I see, well don't let it bother you. Rest early, my child. If you ever need anything, just come to me."

"Alright, Chief Frey. Take care of yourself."

After seeing the chief off, Yvonne stretched her body then brought the vegetables that the old man had delivered to the kitchen and made a simple meal for herself.

When she was done with her meal, she settled down o n her bed and read a book. Yvonne was planning to just take a short break but ended up falling asleep instead.

By the time she woke up, the sky was dark.

She yawned, then looked at the alarm clock beside the bed. It was nearly eight.

"So late already?” Yvonne rubbed her eyes and got up. She picked up her phone that was resting next to the pillow and switched it on, only to discover that there were actually several missed calls - all from the same person.

The lights in her eyes flickered a few times as she stared at the familiar string of numbers.

This was probably the first time Henry had spammed calls on her phone.

Yvonne looked through the call log and realized that Henry had tried calling her phone every half an hour. The most recent missed call was ten minutes ago.

Did he call her so frantically because something had happened?

Yvonne was both a little concerned and at a loss of what to do.

She was worried if something had happened to him, but at the same time, she didn’t want to return his call. The dilemma left her unable to do anything.

A few minutes later, Yvonne finally caved in to the worries in her heart and returned the call.

However, she called Sue instead of Henry.

Needless to say, the housekeeper was also a little surprised to receive her call at this hour. "Why are you suddenly calling, madam?"

Yvonne was silent for two seconds before speaking," Sue, did something happen to Henry? Or did he call m e because he needed something?"

"Sir?"

"Well yes, he called me a few times earlier, so...”

Sue immediately understood and raised her eyebrows slightly. "Oh, so you are worried about sir. I'll help you ask."

"Great." Yvonne nodded.

Sue knocked on the door before entering Henry’s ward.

Henry put down the pen he was holding and looked u p at her. "What’s the matter?"

Sue pointed to her phone. "Sir, madam is asking you if you need anything from her."

When Henry heard that the question was from Yvonne, his eyes darkened. "She called you?"

Sue nodded.

He pressed his thin lips, looking a little displeased.

This woman chose to not call him back when she knew that he was looking for her and instead called someone else to ask him.

Did she hate the idea of talking to him so much?

Henry's face turned frighteningly frosty at the thought. It was almost as if the air around him would freeze.

He clutched the pen in his hand tightly and responded sharply, "Tell her that it’s nothing!”

"Oh,” Sue responded then conveyed his words to Yvonne on the other end of the line.

That made Yvonne feel even more suspicious.

Nothing?

Spamming calls on her phone was obviously something he would never usually do. How could it possibly be nothing?

But since he said that, she wasn't going to continue asking about it.

Asking more would only make it harder for her to let g o of things.

"If it's nothing then I'll get back to cooking. Talk to you next time again, Sue.” Yvonne hung up after she finished speaking.

The housekeeper put the phone down then sighed worriedly. "Madam is in poor health yet she still has to cook for herself. How terrible."

Henry frowned slightly at her comment. "She still hasn’t told you where she is staying now?"

"Nope.” Sue shook her head. "Madam isn’t telling because she doesn't want to let us know."

Henry’s face sank a little. "You may leave now."

"Alright." Sue turned around then went out.

Henry placed the pen down, pinched his nose bridge, then closed his eyes and took a nap.

While he was asleep, he saw a dream. A very bizarre dream.

Him, Shane, and Elliot were in the dream.

Shane told him that he was in love with Yvonne. He snorted disdainfully and actually signed the divorce agreement. After he divorced Yvonne, both Shane and Elliot tried courting her at the same time.

He watched the three of them from the side, burning with anger and the desire to drive Shane and Elliot away from his ex-wife, then lock Yvonne up so that the two men would never be able to find her.

Just when he was about to do that, his phone vibrated and startled him awake.

He woke up drenched in sweat and was even panting slightly, looking extremely exhausted.

Henry didn't bother to check his vibrating phone on the bedside table. He just rested his forehead on his palm and thought about the dream he had just now. Everything that happened in that dream was so bizarre to him and it made him feel very bothered. Why on earth would he have such a dream?