Henry stopped in his tracks. "Sue, what more?"
"Sir, you really can't go tonight!" Sue looked back at Henry seriously.
Henry frowned. "Give me a reason. I donât believe the one from just now!"
Sue steeled herself. "The reason is, you're madam's husband. I will never allow you to go to another
woman. If you must go, I'll call master."
She fished out her phone as she spoke. She was sent here by Old Lancaster. Sir would never send
her away.
Sue's warning enraged Henry as he wore a scowl." Sue, are you threatening me?"
"Sir, Iâm not. Itâs just that you really can't go!â Sue sighed.
Looking at Henryâs glowering face, Yvonne was scared of him exploding in wrath if it went on. She
quickly pulled Sue with a smile. "It's fine, Sue. Iâm okay. Let him go."
"No, sir really mustn't go tonight!" Sue insisted and persuaded the girl painstakingly, "Madam, Iâm
doing this for you. If sir steps out of this door today, the consequences are unbearable.â
The severity relayed made Yvonne nervous. "Sue, did something happen?â
Henry kept his gaze on Sue as well.
Feeling the mounting pressure from both youngsters' gazes, Sue said, "Itâs actually nothing big. Itâs
just..."
"Speak!" Henry ordered impatiently.
Sue scratched her head. "Okay, Iâll tell you. It's masterâs instruction. He's asked me to watch over
you, sir, and not allow you to go out."
"Grandpa?" Henry raised a brow.
Sue's gaze flashed. "Yes. If you donât believe it, you can call master, sir."
"No need.â Henry tugged his tie.
There was finally a beam on Sueâs face. "Are you still heading out then, sir?"
Henry replied to her with an icy stare before going upstairs.
"Sue, whatâs that supposed to mean?" Yvonne pointed upstairs in a daze.
Sue knocked her head. "Madam, you naive girl. Of course sir isnât going out. Master's really useful
in situations like this!"
As she spoke, she nudged Yvonne upstairs as well." Quickly, go back to your room and wash up,
madam."
"Why?â Yvonne said in puzzlement, "It's still early. My TV program is still playing."
Henry was not going out anymore. Of course she was i n the mood to watch television again. The
series she was on only released two episodes a week. She was adamant about finishing them.
"Ah, madam, the TV isn't important. Whatâs important i s you and sirâs..." Sue stopped herself
abruptly, making Yvonne frown. "Sue, me and Henry's what? Why do I feel that you're acting
strange tonight?"
"What's strange? Okay, madam, go along now." Sue opened the door and pushed Yvonne inside
before she quickly closed the door, her actions completed in one smooth sequence.
Yvonne was dumbfounded.
When Henry came out from the bathroom, it was a dazed Yvonne standing at the door that he saw
and he could not help speaking up, "Yvonne Frey, what are you doing standing there?"
Yvonne snapped out of her reverie. "Itâs Sue. I keep feeling like she's acting all mysterious tonight,
like she's keeping something from us and not letting us know."
"You didnât ask her?" Henry asked unbuttoning his sleeves.
Yvonne shook her head. "No, but I donât think she'll tell me if I ask anyway."
"Never mind about it. Did you spray perfume in the room?" Henry sat down on the couch and
poured himself a glass of wine.
"Perfume?" Yvonne sniffed around. "It does smell like i t."
Henryâs glass twirling motion froze. "It's not you?"
"No. I've never used these," Yvonne replied, "It's probably Sue. She came up to clean our room
when we had dinner just now. It was probably done then. It smells nice.â
She could not help taking a few more whiffs.
Henry looked at her like he was looking at a fool and despised, "Why are you still so silly?"
"Huh?" Yvonne blinked and was slightly ruffled. "How am I silly!"
"Everywhere.â Henry put down his glass of wine and said, "I'll have Joe hire another etiquette coach
in a few days."
Yvonne's eyes shone. "Really?"
God knew how much she wanted to be like Jacqueline, to transform into an elegant and intellectual
woman who matched Henry's ideal image of a wife. It was a pity that no one taught her all this while
and she was too poor to hire a coach. As it happened, it was postponed for three years.
She did not expect Henry to take the initiative in mentioning about finding a coach for her now.
Yvonne happily swiped her fist in the air.
It still looked silly to Henry, but when he saw her being so happy, he thought that it was not entirely
unacceptable.
"Alright, sleep first if you want to. I'll work for a bit in the study." Henry got up.
Yvonne nodded. "Okay."
After a while of going through documents in the study room, Henry suddenly felt himself heating up.
He thought that it was the air conditioning that was adjusted to a higher temperature, so he put
down his pen to pick up the remote and lowered the setting.
As the air conditioning went on full blast, the worming heat on him felt better. Henry sighed in relief
and went back to his work.
As time trickled by, he felt warmer. It could not be helped even when he had set the temperature to
its lowest.
"Hiss..." Henry sucked in a breath in discomfort.
He had always been an incredibly intelligent man. In a matter of seconds, he knew that his current
state was not due to the air conditioning but himself. He was drugged!
That was why Sue was stopping him from going out!
Infuriated, the veins on Henry's forehead popped as large droplets of sweat fell. Even his breathing
turned laborious.
He tossed his pen away to wash his face with cold water in the studyâs bathroom but it was in vain.
His body was feeling hotter and his head was getting heavier, his vision was starting to swim too.
Knowing that he must not go on like this, Henry took off his clothes and went for a cold shower,
thinking that it could at least suppress himself. The result made his blood boil even more. Not only
did the cold shower not work, but it also roused the heat within him.
"Damn it, what drug is it?" Henry roared low with a gruff voice and reddened eyes.
He was certain that he would not get the answer now but he swore to himself that when the effect of
the drug was over, he was seeking Sue for sure!
Henry then grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his hips, stepping out of the bathroom. He
picked up his phone to call Yvonne. "Yvonne Frey!â
"What... what is it?" Yvonne sounded like she was frightened as she stuttered in her reply.
"Come over,â Henry ordered through gritted teeth.
"Sor - sorry, Henry... I donât think I can, I... I..." She stammered as if it was difficult for her to speak
about i t.
Henry locked his brows together. "What's up with you?"
"I... I'm fine..." "You got drugged too?" Henry squinted.
Yvonne's voice raised. "Henry, you also...â "Mm, thatâs why I'm asking you over. Now!â He hung u p
after that. 1
Yvonne answered the phone laying in the bathtub, her face flushing like it could drip blood. She did
not expect something so cumbersome to happen to her. 2
"Hah..." She clapped her cheeks and draped the bathrobe beside her on before going to Henryâs
study room.