Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 97 Sue's Past

"There is." Yvonne chuckled dryly with a lowered head. "But I’m afraid that you won't believe it."

If she told him that it was also because she loved him that she minded the presence of another woman around him, he would absolutely think that it was a joke. They had never met before they got married, so how could there be love?

The reality was that, if it had not happened to her, it was difficult for her to believe in love at first sight too.

"Won’t believe it?" Henry raised his brows slightly." Tell me, why won't I believe it?"

Yvonne shook her head. "Next time."

"Why?" Henry pursed his lips in discontent.

Yvonne took a deep breath. "I’m not ready to tell you about it yet."

She had always wanted to tell him that she did not marry him for money. It was because she loved him. She had told him the first half of it but she was not able to speak of the latter half regardless. She was probably afraid that she would not receive the same response if she told him.

"Up to you then." Henry got up with a glower.

Panicking, Yvonne asked, "Henry, are you mad?"

"No," he replied lightly.

He just really hated how she would have something to say but not say it. He was her husband - what was there that she could not say!

Thinking about it, he glanced at Yvonne with a complex gaze before leaving the room.

Yvonne was dazed for some time staring at the door, not knowing what he was unhappy about. He was angry but he would not admit it.

"Ah... he's getting harder to figure out," Yvonne mumbled to herself softly and left the bed to wash up i n the bathroom.

When she went downstairs, Henry had already left the villa.

Yvonne sighed forlornly.

"Madam, what's up with you?" Sue came from the direction of the kitchen and could not help asking when she saw the frowning Yvonne.

Yvonne waved dismissively. "I'm fine. Sue, make me a glass of milk."

"Sure, have a seat then, madam." Sue obliged.

Yvonne hummed and plopped herself down on the couch. Once she turned on the television, her phone rang.

Glimpsing at the screen before she picked up the call, Yvonne smiled. "Lyn, what's up?"

"Yvonne, you're absent from work again today?" Lynette asked.

Yvonne made a hum and answered with a blush, "I don't feel very well today." Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Not noticing the bashful note in her reply, Lynette thought that she was sick and got nervous. "Are you alright, Yvonne? Is it from the surgery last time?

Where are you? Do you want me to take a leave and come look at you?"

Hearing Lynette’s overflowing concern, Yvonne felt a gush of warmth in her heart. "Lyn, calm down. I'm fine, just caught a little cold. Listen if you don't believe it!"

She coughed toward her phone.

Lynette was still quite worried after that. "A cold could be serious too, you're already coughing.”

"Don't worry, someone's taking care of me.” Yvonne peeked at the kitchen, feeling a little guilty. She did not want to lie to her best friend but she was too embarrassed to tell her the truth.

Lynette was a carefree soul. If she knew that Yvonne was absent from work for this reason, she was going t o laugh about it forever.

"Who? Your husband?" Lynette’s interest was piqued.

Yvonne choked on her saliva. "I guess so..."

Henry had asked Joe to send her the medicine after knowing that she was in pain. That was a form of taking care of her too.

"I was right, huh." Lynette chuckled. "Yvonne, looks like your husband is nice to you, he's taking care of you personally."

"It’s alright," Yvonne answered vaguely.

Lynette suggested, "Why don’t we go on a video call?

Let me have a look at your husband."

"Uh...” Yvonne’s brows creased in a dilemma. "I’m afraid we can't.”

"Why? Is your husband very ugly?”

Yvonne jolted and replied in slight vexation, "Your husband's the ugly one. My husband is very handsome."

Other than Elliot, she had yet to see a man as good looking as Henry. Even Shane was a notch lower.

"Since your husband is so charming, why aren’t you showing him to me? Afraid that I'll snatch him from you?” Lynette teased.

Yvonne rolled her eyes. "My husband won’t even look a t you."

There was a pause from Lynette before she growled with feigned anger, "Yvonne Frey, what did you say?"

"Humph, I said what I said. What can you do?" Yvonne sang.

Lynette pouted. "Pfft, I can't do anything to you now,

but wait till you come back to work.”

"Okay, stop. You're calling to ask why I'm not at work?" After joking around, Yvonne went back to the topic. 1

Lynette yawned in her reply, "Yeah, I was going to you for a chat at noon but you weren't in. Mr. Woods said that you called in sick when I asked him and I got worried so I gave you a call."

"I see. Don't worry, I’m really okay." Yvonne smiled.

"I can hear that. You're strong enough to diss me," Lynette huffed before she cussed inwardly when she saw the time. "Okay, Yvonne, that's it for now. Break time's over soon. Bye bye."

"Bye."

Hanging up, Yvonne stretched like a cat.

Sue served her milk. "Madam, is that your friend?"

"Yup." Yvonne drank from the glass.

Sue sat down beside her. "It must be your best friend for you to talk so happily, madam."

Yvonne nodded. "My only friend too."

"That's great. I had a best friend when I was young too," Sue reminisced.

"And then?" Yvonne looked at her.

"We drifted apart.” Sue smiled wryly.

Yvonne poured her some water. "Why?"

Holding the glass, Sue was carried away in her thoughts. "Some things happened. She betrayed me and I can’t forgive her. And so it became like that."

"Betray?” Yvonne was shocked. 1

Sue sighed, "Yeah, I never imagined her to betray me but it’s been so many years. I don’t want to revisit it either. Have a rest, madam. I'll go tend to my chores."

"Okay." Yvonne forced a smile.

After Sue left, she spaced out on the couch alone, replaying Sue's words in her mind.

A friend’s betrayal... She only had Lynette as her friend. Lynette probably would not betray her, it was not like they had any conflict of interest...

Yvonne felt better thinking like that.

What Sue told her just now and the severity of it made her substitute herself and Lynette into the scenario involuntarily.

Sue was pitiful. Something like that actually happened to her. It must have been heartbreaking to b e betrayed by her best friend.

Yvonne sighed sympathetically and emptied the glass of milk.

The phone she had placed on the coffee table rang again.

Yvonne frowned. Since when was she on demand that so many people were calling her?

Putting the empty glass down, Yvonne picked up her phone and looked surprised when she checked.

"It's her!" Yvonne muttered suspiciously, "Why's she calling me again?"

It was Jacqueline. Recalling the phone call yesterday, Yvonne did not feel like answering but she was worried that Jacqueline would make up stories to Henry if she did not answer it.

Caught in a dilemma, Yvonne ruffled her hair in frustration and picked up the call. "Is something the matter again, Miss Conrad?"