By the time they left the clinic, it was already getting late. Wilson took Yvette back to the manor.
Still in pain, Yvette didnât eat much during dinner. She dragged herself back to her room, looking pale and sickly.
Wilson frowned at the sight of Yvette in this state, unable to hide the worry in his eyes.
âWhy donât I help you massage it a little?â he suggested. His large, warm hands reached under the hem of her shirt, massaging her tummy gently.
Her skin seemed to be set alight wherever he touched her. Yvette felt herself shudder, but she definitely did feel much better.
Yvette nuzzled obediently into his arms. Before she knew it, sheâd fallen asleep.
When he saw her peaceful face softened in sleep, Wilsonâs frown eased. Just as he was about to gently kiss her forehead, he was interrupted by the sudden ringing of a cell phone.
Roused from her slumber, Yvette frowned and let out a low groan. But with a few gentle words, Wilson had lulled her back to sleep again.
Noticing that the call had come from Liam, Wilsonâs face fell.
Calling Yvette this late? This man clearly had suspicious intentions with her.
Wilson gritted his teeth. With a cold, sinister glint in his eye, he picked up the phone.
âHey there, Yvetteâ¦â
As soon as he picked up, Liamâs clear, youthful voice came crooning from the other side. Wilsonâs eyes narrowed slightly. His threatening air seeped across the line.
Even on the other side, Liam could feel a strange chill.
âMy babyâs asleep,â Wilson interrupted him coldly. âIf you have anything to say to her, you can wait till tomorrow.â
As soon as Liam heard Wilsonâs voice, his expression changed. âWhy is Yvetteâs phone with you?â
he asked, his jaw hanging wide in shock.
Wilson couldnât be bothered to reply. As soon as he made his claim over what was his, he hung up decisively, blocking Liamâs number swiftly afterward.
Wilsonâs eyes darkened, looking even more terrifying than usual. If Liam still dared to desire his Yvette, he wouldnât hesitate to use some brute force to drive him out of Jubilife City.
âMr. Quinn?â
Hearing the tentative knocking at the door and the guard calling him reverently, Wilson leaned down to kiss Yvetteâs forehead tenderly. Then, he made his way out of the room quietly.
âMr. Quinn, those men we caught today were tough nuts to crack. We tried every means of torture on them, but none of them loosened their mouths. Every last one of them just offed themselves with poison,â the guard reported, his head low with respect.
Wilsonâs demeanor grew even frostier at the news, sending chills down the guardâs spine.
âKeep investigating.â
Whoever dared to lay a finger on Yvette had to be found, even if it meant turning the world upside down!
The guard responded promptly. âUnderstood, Mr. Quinn.â
The next day, the headlines shook the whole city of Jubilife.
The one picture that the journalists had published had become trending news, sparking widespread discussion. The only shame was that Wilson had totally blocked her face. Still, the photo unmistakably showed the deep, passionate love he had for her.
âAre my eyes playing tricks on me? Wasnât that lad from the Quinn family not particularly fond of women?
âYeah, he looks like heâs really in love with her in that picture! I wish I was the one holding that woman instead!â
âSame here!â
âBut why didnât he show her face? Perhaps they arenât really a couple?