Henry naturally noticed the dangerous aura coming from Yvonne's body. He raised his eyebrows
and he did not speak.
But in his heart, he was thinking about Nana Mae.
Not only did her voice sound familiar, but even her name seemed familiar.
Who on earth was she?
"Miss Mae, right?" Yvonne did not look at Henry as she smiled and asked the woman on the other
end of the phone.
Nana snorted arrogantly, "Thatâs me."
"You said you and my husband were playmates when you were young, but why have I never heard
him talk about you?" The corners of Yvonne's mouth twitched coldly.
Nana was also stunned. "Husband? Is your husband Henny?"
"Yes, is there a problem?" Yvonne asked.
Nana stood up from the beach chair and raised her voice, "That's impossible! How could Henny be
your husband?"
"How is that impossible? He's almost forty and he's old, why can't he be married?" Yvonne gave the
man a sideways glance.
The corner of Henryâs mouth twitched slightly.
He admitted that he was indeed almost forty.
But how could he be old? Was he an old man in her opinion?
"No, it canât be. Henny said that he would marry me. How could he marry another woman? I don't
believe you. I absolutely don't believe it. Pass the phone to Henny, I want to ask him. I need to ask
him personally! " Nana squeezed her phone in anger and said in a commanding tone.
Yvonne rolled her eyes. "Are you kidding? Henny is m y husband. Why should I let my husband talk
to you? D o I have nothing better to do?"
After she said that, she hung up the phone directly.
But a few seconds after hanging up, Nana called again.
Yvonne simply blocked her number and then put the cell phone back in Henry's pocket before
saying in a cold tone, "Henny, I didn't know you used to be quite a flirt. You promised so many
people that you were going to marry them."
Henry parked the car at the airport gate and turned to look at her, "I didn't. I did say that I wanted to
marry someone, and it was Jacqueline. You know the reason why I agreed to marry Jacqueline.
Nana Mae was there at the time, so maybe she thought I was talking t o her."
"Oh?" Yvonne dragged out the end of her sentence. ' Didn't you just say that you donât know her?
Why do you suddenly remember now?"
Henry released the steering wheel and rubbed his forehead. "I just remembered."
"So she was indeed your childhood playmate?" Yvonne looked at him with an ambiguous smile.
Henry shook his head slightly. "Not really. She and Jacqueline were friends and she was the
daughter of the Mae family. Ten years ago, the Mae family moved overseas and since then, we
never contacted each other again. I forgot about her a long time ago."
"Youâve forgotten her, but she didn't forget you. She kept calling you 'Henny' intimately," Yvonne
mocked and her expression seemed unhappy.
Henry heard the jealous tone in her sentence and his eyes were full of joy. He couldnât help but
stretched out his hand and squeeze her face. "Well, just ignore her. She's just a familiar stranger.
We've arrived at the airport, letâs go."
"Okay." Yvonne nodded.
She was just a little jealous.
After all, she knew very well that he really was not interested in Nana Mae. Moreover, she was
abroad and they wouldnât be around her, so it was pointless for her to be jealous.
After getting out of the car, Yvonne put on a hat, a pair of sunglasses, and dragged a suitcase as
she followed Henry to the ticket gate.
Since they would be going to many countries for their honeymoon, Henry did not use a private jet.
Private jets had limited routes after all, so it would be impossible for them to go to any country they
wanted t o. They took international flights instead.
Henry was wealthy, so he booked the entire first-class cabin.
Yvonne felt slightly airsick, so she fell asleep in his arms shortly after getting on the plane.
Henry asked the flight attendant for a clean blanket to cover her. He then kissed her on the
forehead, put on a blindfold, and fell asleep too.
Ten hours later, the plane landed.
"Yvonne." Henry gently pushed Yvonne.
Yvonne snorted uncomfortably and snuggled in his arms. "I feel uncomfortable."
"Where do you feel uncomfortable?" Henry asked softly.
Yvonne's eyes were half-open. "I feel a little discomfort in my heart and stomach. It's probably
because of airsickness."
She found it weird since she had never been airsick before. She didnât know why she was airsick
this time. 6 "Let me see." Henry raised his hand and touched
Yvonne's forehead. He was relieved to know that she did not have a fever.
It was okay as long as she did not get a fever.
Airsickness was easy to cure. She just needed to go back to the hotel and get some sleep.
"Iâll carry you," Henry said as he gently carried Yvonne.
Yvonne put her arms around his neck and snuggled into his chest. She closed her eyes and fell
asleep.
Henry looked at her tired face and kissed her forehead as he felt sorry for her. They then got off the
plane.
He was a VIP passenger, so when he left the airport, there were naturally airport staff helping him
with their luggage. He only needed to carry Yvonne.
The driver from the hotel had already been waiting outside the airport.
Henry carried Yvonne and walked over. The driver immediately got out of the car and opened the
door to let them in.
Henry carried Yvonne and got into the car. The driver worked together with the airport staff to load
their luggage.
After loading their luggage, the driver returned to the driver's seat and started driving.
About half an hour later, they arrived at the hotel.
Henry carried Yvonne to the presidential suite on the top floor and put her on the bed before
covering her
with a blanket. 2
Yvonne probably felt that she was lying on the bed, so after rubbing her cheek against the soft
blanket, she rolled over and continued to sleep.
When Henry saw this, he could not help but smile. He then turned around and walked out of the
room.
As soon as he went out, his phone rang again.
This time, Shane was calling. He frowned and answered, "What's the matter?"
"Henry, guess who called me just now?" Shane sounded surprised.
Henry pursed his thin lips, "Nana Mae?"
"You knew?" Shane was surprised. He then thought of something and nodded. "Well, you probably
knew.
Nana Mae has always had romantic feelings for you so if she wanted to get in touch with you, she
mustâve contacted you first."
"Before boarding the plane, I received a call from her," Henry frowned and said lightly.
Shane pushed his glasses up. "What did she say to you?"
"She didn't really say anything. She probably got my number by chance and specially made the call
to say hello. She didn't say anything else and Yvonne blocked her number," Henry pursed her lips
and replied.
Shane smirked and smiled. "No wonder she just called me and asked me to tell you that sheâs going
to return t o Canada next month."
"What?" Henry's face sank. "Why would she go back to Canada?"
"Why else if not for you?" Shane rolled his eyes.
Henry frowned. "You didn't stop her?"
"How could I stop her?" Shane said irritably, "She came back for you, not for me. Furthermore, she
has the right to do whatever she wants. Sheâs a free person. How could I stop her and not let her
return?"
Henry had nothing to say.
Because what Shane said was right.
After a few seconds, he closed his eyes. "When will she be back?"
"I don't know the details-she only mentioned that she'll return next month. Don't worry, Iâll help you
keep an eye on her," Shane said.
Henry's complexion improved significantly. "Okay."
"Well, thatâs it for now. I have an operation coming up, so Iâll go now," Shane hurriedly said and
hung up the phone.
Henry put away the phone and there was a hint of haziness in his eyes, which was worrying.