Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 693 Surgery Postponed

The room became quiet again.

Yvonne blushed and pushed Henry away. "It's all your fault for making my mom misunderstand."

"Let it be then," Henry replied nonchalantly.

Yvonne didn’t bother reacting to him as she raised her foot and walked towards the door.

"What are you doing?" Henry stretched out his hand to hold her.

Yvonne looked back at him. "What else can I do? Of course I’m going downstairs. Otherwise, we would actually just stay here forever."

After she said that, she continued to walk towards the door.

Henry had no choice so he went down with her as well.

Mrs. Smith was drinking tea in the living room on the first floor of the manor. When she saw the two of them coming down, she was a little surprised. "Why did you come down so quickly? Why didn't you guys take a break?"

Yvonne walked over, feeling a little embarrassed. "I don’t need to rest, I want to come down and talk to you, Mom. When did you come back?" she asked as she sat next to Mrs. Smith.

Mrs. Smith touched her head. "I just came back not too long ago. Your dad heard that you were here, so he wanted me to come back and accompany you guys first. By the way, have you eaten yet?"

Mrs. Smith looked at Henry who was sitting on the sofa opposite them.

Henry was pouring a glass of water and when he heard this, he handed the glass of water to Yvonne.

Yvonne replied, "Not yet, we just got off the plane."

"Perfect, we’ll ask William to make arrangements with the kitchen. What would you like to eat?" Mrs. Smith asked again.

Yvonne looked at Henry. "What would you like to eat, darling?" Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Henry's thin lips opened lightly and he replied," Anything."

Yvonne looked at William again. "Then William, just prepare what I like."

"Yes, my lady." William nodded and went to the kitchen to follow her orders.

Mrs. Smith knocked Yvonne on the head. "Hey, you. You only asked for what you like. Aren't you afraid that Henry doesn't like it?"

"He won't, he's not a picky eater. Isn’t that right, darling?" Yvonne looked at Henry with a smile.

Henry took a sip of tea indifferently. "Mom, she's right.

"You’re spoiling her. One day, when she gets too spoiled, it'll be too late for you to regret it." Mrs. Smith pretended to say angrily.

However, although she said so, there was joy in her eyes.

Obviously, Mrs. Smith was very happy to see Henry spoiling Yvonne so much.

Soon, food was served.

Yvonne and Henry went to the dining room for dinner, while Mrs. Smith went to the garden outside to trim the flowers she had planted.

After the meal, Henry went out. William took him to the Smith Group to talk to Mr. Smith about working together.

Their collaboration had just been finalized not long ago, so there were still many things to be discussed. Since he was already there, he could do some work as well.

Yvonne stayed at the manor to chat with her mother.

Mrs. Smith was very interested in their honeymoon trip and asked Yvonne to tell her about it.

Yvonne picked some of their interesting times to tell Mrs. Smith.

When Mrs. Smith heard about it, she was envious. " When I married your dad, we didn't have a

honeymoon." "Why?" Yvonne asked while peeling an apple.

Mrs. Smith took a sip of black tea. "Because at that time, your father had just taken over the company and the company was in a civil strife. Relatives from the Smith family wanted to get a share of the pie, so your father was busy trying to stabilize the company. He didn't have time to accompany me to a honeymoon. When the company finally stabilized, your brother was already two years old, so we gave up on our honeymoon."

"It's okay. After Brother inherits the group, you can travel with Dad and that trip can be your honeymoon." Yvonne cut the apples into small pieces and put them on a small plate before pushing them in front of Mrs. Smith.

Mrs. Smith picked a piece and put it in her mouth. " We're so old already-what honeymoon do we need?"

She smiled and shook her head.

"Why can't you go on your honeymoon, Mom? You have such a great relationship with Dad, so you should do as I say and just give it a try. Not to mention, you’re still so young. What makes you think that you're old?" Yvonne said while holding Mrs. Smith's hand.

Mrs. Smith was amused by Yvonne's words and could not help but tap Yvonne’s forehead. "You're such a sweet talker. It seems like after you got married, your

personality has become a lot more lively and cheerful."

When Yvonne heard this, she lowered her eyelids and smiled. "This has always been my personality but because all I wanted was to get revenge before this, m y true personality was suppressed and I seemed very serious. Now that the hatred is gone for good, I've obviously gotten my personality back."

"It's good that you've gotten it back. You're still young and you shouldn't have been blinded by hatred. I hope you'll be happy from now on," Mrs. Smith said emotionally.

Yvonne leaned her head on Mrs. Smith's shoulder. "I know. Thank you, Mom."

"No need to thank me, I'm your mother. Of course I want you to live a happy life. By the way, let's go see D r. Peter tomorrow." Mrs. Smith suddenly thought of something and patted Yvonne’s shoulder.

"What's the matter?" Yvonne raised her head.

Mrs. Smith shrugged. "I don’t know the details, but Dr. Peter called two days ago and asked us to tell you to g o over, but you weren't here. I was thinking that since you and Henry were going to come anyway, I didn’t tell you guys. Now that you and Henry happen to be here, I'm just letting you know."

"Okay, I got it. I'll go with Henry tomorrow then." Yvonne smiled.

"Sure. Come on, go out with me for a while." Mrs. Smith got up.

Yvonne hummed and said, "Okay."

The mother and daughter drove out to go shopping and did not come back with a handful of bags until it was dark at night.

Henry heard the sound of the car and welcomed them back along with Mr. Smith.

When he saw Yvonne getting out of the car, he also took the initiative to help carry her things. He was giving the impression of a good husband and he did not seem like the usual bossy president at all.

If the employees of the Lancaster Group saw him like this, they would be so shocked that their jaws would fall to the floor.

Other than Henry, Mr. Smith was the same as well.

However, Mr. Smith seemed more familiar with it, which obviously showed that he would often help Mrs. Smith with her things.

"You guys came back at just the right time for dinner." Mr. Smith smiled as he looked at Mrs. Smith and

Yvonne.

Henry carried several bags in one hand and held Yvonne's hand in the other as he led her into the manor.

The dinner atmosphere tonight was extraordinarily warm and lively, which was very rare for Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

But there were also regrets, because Sam and Theo were not there.

After dinner, Yvonne and Henry went upstairs.

Yvonne threw the things she bought in the afternoon o n the bed.

Henry walked over. "What did you buy?"

"I bought so many things for you and Theo," Yvonne said while hitting her aching shoulder.

"You bought all these for me and Theo?" Henry raised his eyebrows.

Yvonne hummed, "Yes. Look, ties, cufflinks, and tie clips. These are all for you."

Henry looked at them and was a little bit dumbfounded. "Why did you buy so many things for m e all of a sudden?"

"Because Mom wanted to give some to Dad, so I bought you a set too. I can't let you have less than my dad," Yvonne said as she tried the ties and cufflinks o n Henry.

Henry's heart was warm and he hugged her tightly.

Yvonne was taken aback. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing, I just want to hug you. Don't move and let m e hug you." Henry buried his head in her neck.

Yvonne didn't move after hearing what he said. She leaned in his chest obediently. "Are you done?"

"No." Henry exhaled a breath down her neck.

Yvonne felt that her neck was ticklish and she could not help but shrink away a little. "That's enough, it's ticklish."

Henry let go of her this time. "Okay."

Yvonne picked up the tie again and said, "Come on, let me tie one on you to see if it suits you or not."

"It does," Henry glanced at it and immediately replied.

The corners of Yvonne’s mouth twitched as she was speechless. "You said that even though you haven't tried it. Why do I feel like you’re brushing me off?"