Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 218 The Apartment

"Nothing." Yvonne played with her fingers and answered him casually.

Henry lifted her chin. "Look into my eyes."

Yvonne looked at him then.

Henry asked her again, "Tell me, what were you so nervous about just now?"

"I told you. It's nothing." Yvonne shoved his hand away directly and stepped aside, putting some distance between them.

Henry was slightly annoyed by her impatience. He approached her until she was forced to stay at the corner of the elevator. After that, he put one of his hands on the wall of the elevator and locked her between his arms.

Yvonne blinked her eyes in astonishment and looked a t him, her heartbeat quickening.

Did he just lean into her, blocking her way?

"Yvonne, are you sure that you're not going to tell me?” Henry looked down at her, his eyes deep.

Yvonne's eyes fluttered as she became guilty. She wanted to avert her gaze.

But he seemed to have foreseen what she was about to do. He put his forehead against hers directly, making

her unable to avert her gaze.

"I'll give you another chance. Tell me, what were you nervous about?" Henry lowered his voice and asked her.

The proximity between them was too close, so much s o that Yvonne could feel his hot breath when he was talking. It smelled like light mint, and it was particularly pleasant.

She could not help but close her eyes and sniffed the good scent slightly. She then said, "Nothing. I was worried about the rent."

"Rent?" Henry's eyes twitched slightly, and he seemed to be infuriated. "Do you think that I'll charge you rent, letting you live here?"

“That's not what I meant. I never thought so either." Yvonne clenched her fists tightly.

Henry pursed his thin lips. "Then what did you mean b y that?"

"What I meant was that I'm going to pay you rent out o f my own initiative. But the properties here cost so much, I might not be able to give you the best price," said Yvonne.

That kind of reply made no difference to Henry from what he thought just now. She still treated him like an outsider.

"Yvonne, have you ever treated me as your husband?" Henry's facial expression worsened as he interrogated

her.

Yvonne drew in a breath. "I did before, but not now!" Henry was infuriated by that. "You’re indeed honest."

Yvonne looked down and remained silent.

Henry closed his eyes ferociously, suppressing his anger. "Even though you hate me now, you must remember that we're not divorced yet. We're still legally married to each other. How could a

husband charge his wife rent? I hope you don't talk about this kind of thing again in the future. Do you hear me?"

Yvonne remained speechless as she lowered her head.

Looking at her, he knew that she would not listen to him. Soon, he became outraged.

He clenched his fists, and he was about to say something to her but the door of the elevator opened a t that moment.

In resignation, he had no choice but to refrain from saying what he intended to say.

But he would not let Yvonne easily go like that. Suddenly, he held her face and kissed her vehemently before he let go of her and walked out of the elevator.

Yvonne covered her mouth and looked at him in a daze as he walked away. She was entirely stunned.

'He kissed me!

'He forced his kiss on me!’

"Why are you standing there in a daze? The door will b e closed soon." Henry pressed the button, letting the door to remain open and shouted at Yvonne outside of the elevator since she was still in daze.

Yvonne recovered her senses. She looked down and walked out of the elevator with a blush.

"What are you thinking about now?" Henry tilted his head and looked at her.

She shook her head, and her voice was extremely soft. "Nothing."

"If that's the case, let's go." Henry took out an access card and started walking.

Yvonne walked behind him without saying anything else.

After around more than ten steps, Henry stopped in front of a door. He used the access card and swiped it o n the doorlock. The door was then opened with a dinging sound.

"Come in." Henry opened the door for her, gesturing for her to enter the apartment.

Yvonne did not reject him. She then entered the apartment.

The apartment was huge and wide, and it was fully equipped with household electrical appliances.

What attracted her the most were the French windows.

Yvonne walked toward the window, taking in the view outside. The high altitude allowed her to watch the scenery of the bustling city outside clearly.

If it was night, certainly the night view of the entire city could be enjoyable.

Henry walked toward her and stood behind her. Then, he asked her softly, "Do you like it?"

Yvonne put her hands on the windows and fixed her gaze outside. She did not even throw a glance at him." Yes, I like it."

She replied honestly.

At first glance, she fell in love with that place.

It was a perfect place for her since it fulfilled everything she needed in her dream home. Compared t o a luxurious villa, she liked an apartment like that more.

Henry hugged her from the back, leaned against her ear and said, "If you like it, just live here.” 1

His hot breath tickled Yvonne's ear slightly. She could not help but shrink her neck. She retorted, "Did anybody live here before?"

"Why do you ask such a question?" Henry raised his eyebrows.

Yvonne pushed his hand away from her waist. Then, she turned and looked at the sofa across from them." It's not new." "I see." Henry understood it now. He then smiled

softly, "I’ve been living here for the past three years."

Yvonne was stunned. "So you lived here."

"Yes. Luckily, it's fully equipped with home electrical appliances. Joe has also arranged for a cleaning lady t o come and clean up the house every week. It's just right for you to stay here," Henry explained.

Yvonne was silent for a few seconds. "From what I remember, you dislike it the most when the others touch or use your things. Besides, it's your apartment. I s it okay given that you've arranged for me to live here all of a sudden?"

"You’re not the others." Henry looked down and fixed his gaze at her. "You're my wife, so you have every right to live in my apartment, right? Besides, let me tell you again. Don’t you bring up the rent again. Do you hear me?"

Seeing that he was quite serious about that, Yvonne did not dare to infuriate him. She nodded subconsciously.

Henry then straightened his body in satisfaction.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

At that moment, his phone in his pocket rang all of a sudden.

He took it out and glanced at it. He narrowed his eyes. "Take a look around. If you find anything you're dissatisfied with, let me know. I'll ask someone else to make some changes. I'll go out and answer the call first."

Then, he walked toward the balcony.

Yvonne glanced at him. Although she was curious as t o who was calling him, she was much more interested in the apartment. She averted her gaze and went to check on the other rooms in the apartment.

At the balcony, Henry answered the call and put it near his ear. "Grandpa, what's wrong?"

"I heard that you brought Yvonne back. Is it true?" the master asked him.

Henry replied that he did. "How did you know about this? From what I remember, I haven’t told you about i t yet."

"You don't have to ask me how I know about this. I just want to ask you. Why did you do this?" The master’s voice became slightly harsh.

Henry could even hear the master tapping the floor with his walking stick from his phone.

He leaned against the banister of the balcony and asked in a cold voice, "What do you mean?"

The master sneered. "What do I mean? Certainly, I'm talking about the incident in which you brought Yvonne back here. Why did you bring her back? She wants to divorce you. Don’t tell me that she has forgiven you by now."

"Of course not." Henry looked toward the apartment.

He saw that Yvonne was snapping photographs of the apartment happily at that moment.

Seeing that she was overjoyed, he became happy too. H e then smiled faintly.

"If not, why did she come home with you willingly?” Talking about that, the master narrowed his eyes in doubt all of a sudden. "Don’t tell me that you used something to threaten her. Did you?"