Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 241A Wedding Ring

"Uh..." Yvonne froze and quickly looked for an excuse. " I heard it."

"Right, your husband's friends with Mr. Lancaster. It's normal that you heard about it." Lynette nodded, not doubting Yvonne.

With a light exhale of air, Yvonne chuckled dryly and said nothing.

Lynette was suddenly excited. "Right, Yvonne, let me tell you a secret about Mr. Lancaster. Have you heard about it yet? Our company was heated in discussion today. Mr. Lancaster actually wore a ring - a ring!"

"A ring, so?" Yvonne was confused. It was normal to wear a ring.

Lynette rolled her eyes. "Don’t you get what I mean? I'm saying he wears a ring on his left ring finger, a wedding ring! What does this mean? It means that Mr. Lancaster is actually married!”

Yvonne jolted when she heard it, thoroughly frozen.

Henry wore his wedding ring? Since when?

"Lyn." Yvonne gripped her phone tightly, her question came out urgent. "Are you sure you saw that it was a wedding ring clearly? Not any other ring?"

Lyn was a little vexed. "Yvonne, are you doubting my eyesight? I'm plenty sure that it’s a wedding ring."

"It’s actually true..." Yvonne muttered in a whisper.

They had gotten married for three years and she had always been the only one wearing the wedding ring. Henry had never worn it but he was wearing it now.

She had not seen anything on his finger yesterday, so he had only worn it this morning. Why was he doing that? Was he trying to tell everyone that he was married?

While Yvonne's thoughts ran amok in her head with wild guesses about the reasons Henry was wearing his ring, Lynette spoke again, "Of course it's true.

Could it be fake news? It's just so shocking that Mr. Lancaster's actually married. When though? There wasn't any news about it previously."

Yvonne hung her head, quietly replying in her mind,' Three years ago, of course.'

"Right, Yvonne, your husband's good friends with Mr. Lancaster. He should know about it. Can you ask him i f Mr. Lancaster's really married or if he's wearing the wedding ring because he has a fiancee?" Lynette suddenly suggested.

Yvonne grimaced. "Forget it, Lyn. It's his privacy. How could I ask my husband about it? Besides, whether Mr. Lancaster's actually married or not, it's got nothing to do with us. It’s fine to gossip about it, but there's no need to inquire deeper."

"You're right.” Lynette thought about it and nodded in agreement before she got mysterious again. "One more thing, Yvonne. I discovered that Mr. Lancaster's wedding ring looked familiar - it's like I’ve seen the matching half somewhere before."

Yvonne felt her heart drop at that, and her reply came out in a stutter. "Fa - familiar?"

"Mm. When he came to talk to the planning department this morning, I took more than a double take at his ring because I was so shocked about it. My instinct was that it looked familiar, like I'd seen it before, but I can't recall," Lynette said and knocked her head.

Yvonne chuckled anxiously. "Maybe it's the same ring or something and you’ve seen by chance."

"That's impossible!" Lynette rejected her hypothesis immediately. "Someone with the status of Mr.

Lancaster will never get something the same like others. He’d look for a designer to craft it personally, s o the ring on him should be a unique design in this world. Yet it's this one and only ring that I feel familiar with, I suspect that..."

"What?" Yvonne got nervous.

Lynette stroked her chin and spoke with confidence," I suspect that I've seen Mr. Lancaster's wife or fiancee before but where... I'm not sure. Like you said, maybe I’ve come across her by chance."

Yvonne breathed unnoticeably in relief at that. Thankfully her friend did not suspect her.

Relaxing completely, Yvonne patted her chest lightly."

Maybe. Okay, enough of this. If Mr. Lancaster's really married or has a fiancee, he'll probably make it public one day. You'll know from whom you saw the matching ring on then."

"You’re right. I was too persistent over it," Lynette laughed. 1

Yvonne hummed and said, "Right, I have good news to tell you."

"What is it?" Lynette’s interest was piqued.

Yvonne's grin grew wider. "In the future, we'll be working together again. I’m going to the headquarters of the Lancaster Group to work too in two days."

"Really?" Lynette was delightfully surprised.

Yvonne nodded. "Yup.”

"Then... are you still Mr. Lancaster's secretary?" Lynette pursued.

Yvonne hesitated before replying, "Not sure. I'll know b y then. But I’d rather work in the same department with you than be his secretary."

"It's not important whether we’re in the same department. What matters is that we can meet every day again.” Lynette was already bouncing in thrill on the other end of the line. "I'm so happy! Yvonne, how did you get back?”

"Did you forget? My husband’s friends with Mr. Lancaster," Yvonne lied without cracking.

Lynette slapped her head. "Oh right, look at this memory of mine." All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

"Heh." Yvonne shook her head with a chuckle. "Also, I made my husband ask about you being transferred to the headquarters for more experience. Mr. Lancaster isn’t your secret admirer. He thinks that your capability is not bad so your case is like a special exception."

"That’s what I think." Lynette was relieved but she joked instantly, "Yvonne, say, if Mr. Lancaster's really my admirer, should I just go along with it?"

Yvonne rolled her eyes. "You're thinking too much. Didn’t you just say that he’s married?"

"Ah, I'm just kidding. Alright, be on your way. I’ll wait for you at the mall."

"Okay, sure."

Hanging up, Yvonne checked the time and stretched herself before packing up and headed out the door.

They hung out for several hours. When Yvonne got back, she was drained. Sue had come to the apartment some time ago and was alarmed when she saw Yvonne walking into the living room dragging her feet. "What's wrong with you, madam?"

Yvonne looked at her with a dry chuckle. "I’m fine."

"Fine? You're white. Are you feeling unwell somewhere?" Sue helped her sit down on the couch quickly before pouring her a glass of water.

Feeling much better after the water, Yvonne answered, "Sue, don't worry, I'm really fine. I just went out for too long and can't quite take it."

Lynette could shop longer than what she imagined. The last time they shopped, they went around for two hours. This time, it was at least five. After so much walking, Yvonne’s legs already felt leaden, heavy and sore.

Sue sighed in relief at Yvonne's explanation but lightly chastised her, "Madam, your health isn’t the best. Don't shop for so long next time. If something happens..."

"Okay, Sue.” Yvonne cut her off. "I know my limit."

"Right!” Sue prodded between Yvonne’s brows, helpless against her.

Yvonne stuck out her tongue playfully. "Are you angry, Sue?”

"No." Sue shook her head before recalling something and retrieved a name card from the pocket of her apron. "Madam, this is for you."

"What's this?" Yvonne looked at the foreign name and number on the card in puzzlement.