Chapter 49
Yvette and Wilson settled into the back of the car. Yvette’s head throbbed from the effects of the alcohol, so Wilson began to massage her
temples.
At first, she enjoyed the soothing touch and was sinking into relaxation. But suddenly, a sharp pain made her wince, and she couldn’t help but
let out a soft moan.
Yvette’s moan sent a jolt through Wilson, his eyes darkening as his thoughts wandered. His Adam’s apple rolled uncontrollably. If only they were somewhere else…
Realizing where his mind had drifted, Wilson’s expression grew more intense as he forced those thoughts away. Damn, Yvette sure had a way of making him lose control
Wilson took a deep breath and gentled his touch when massaging over her scalp.
“Is this better?” he asked.
“Yeah.” Yvette’s frown eased as she settled back into her seat, her voice soft. “Just like that.”
Despite her commanding tone, Wilson’s face only showed affection. He chuckled and said, “Alright.”
Samuel couldn’t help but marvel silently as he watched them through the rearview mirror. Look at how Wilson was utterly captivated!
Half an hour later, the car pulled up smoothly in front of the villa.
“Mr. Quinn, everything was prepared as you instructed,” the housekeeper said respectfully.
Knowing Yvette was quite a clean treak and couldn’t stand the smell of alcohol on herself, Wilson had made sure everything was ready for her.
“Your room is ready. Would you like to freshen up now?” Wilson asked.
“Yes.” Yvette nodded, eager to rid herself of the lingering scent of alcohol
As soon as she entered the room, Yvette headed for the bathroom. She was pleasantly surprised to find it stocked with toiletries and even fresh clothes
Blinking in surprise, Yvette sifted through her memories. Last time, none of this was here. Had he been expecting her return? Such a cunning
Half an hour later, Yvette emerged from the bathroom and answered a call from Sean.
“yvie, where are you? We’ve been looking everywhere for you! Tell me where you are”
Before Sean could finish, Yara took the phone.
“vie, tell me where you are. I’ll come get you right now, okay?”
Yvette calmly replied, “Don’t worry, I’m not coming home tonight.”
“What? You’re not coming home?” Yara’s voice immediately turned anxious. “Yvie, are you still med at me?”
“No,” Yvette said flatly. “I’ll be back tomorrow. Don’t worry about me
Knowing Yvette was resolute, Yara didn’t press further. She simply advised gently, “Alright, Yvie. It’s late now. Make sure you get some rest.”
After hanging up, a deep, lazy voice sounded outside the bedroom door. “Can I come in?”
With Yvette’s permission, Wilson entered with a cup of warm milk.
Yvette frowned slightly and pursed her lips. Milk before bed? Did he really think she was a child?