âIs it Jacob whoâs keeping you from contacting me?â Wilsonâs deep, magnetic voice resonated with a hint of teasing.
âItâs okay, Yvie, I donât blame Jacob. Heâs just looking out for you. Please, donât be mad at him.â
Wilson was at it again!
Yvette couldnât help but smile, her red lips curving gracefully as she softly explained, âNo, Jacob didnât stop me from contacting you. Iâve just been busy making money and forgot to reply. I ran into some client whoâs naive, wealthy, and not too bright.â
On the screen, Yvetteâs long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, still damp from her bath. Her fair and delicate face was free of makeup yet stunningly beautiful.
Learning from her previous wardrobe mishap, Yvette no longer wore a bathrobe. Instead, she wrapped herself tightly in a pure white nightgown.
Was she guarding herself against him?
Wilson clenched his teeth., His cold eyes took on a hint of wickedness, giving him the look of a charming rogue, both irresistibly alluring and mischievous.
The last time he saw it⦠it was indeed an accident. He wasnât that much of a beast!
Yvette didnât notice the thoughts running through his mind. Her attention was entirely focused on the design plans. âI canât talk to you right now. I need to work on my design.â
Even in silence, his mere presence could influence her. As soon as she finished speaking, Yvette hung up the video call without hesitation.
Wilson looked at the disconnected call and chuckled, both doting and helpless.
This heartless woman hung up just like that!
âMr. Quinnâ¦â Samuelâs respectful voice followed a knock on the door.
Wilsonâs handsome face immediately lost its gentle, doting expression and was replaced by his usual cold and aloof demeanor.
âCome in.â
With permission granted, Samuel entered and reported, âMr. Quinn, the items from todayâs auction have all been delivered.â
âGood.â Wilson nodded casually. âEnsure those items are inventoried and send them to the Murray Manor tomorrow.â
âYes, Mr. Quinn.â
M www With no classes in the morning, Yvette slept in and woke up in the afternoon.
After freshening up, the first thing she did was send her design drafts to the studio, instructing them to begin production on the necklace.
YW Studio group chat exploded almost immediately.
YW Studio: âBoss, you finished the design in just one night?â
YW Studio: âWow! If word gets out that you can complete in one night what takes other designers a month, theyâll be green with envy!â
Yvette: âIt didnât take all night, just three hours.â
YW Studio: âWhat? Is this the world of a true maestro? To produce such a stunning design in just three hours!â
YW Studio: âBoss, your retirement from the jewelry industry is a massive loss for everyone!â
Even through the screen, their genuine admiration was unmistakable!
Yvette ignored them and went downstairs. After having lunch, she made her way to class. As she approached the classroom, she heard voices raised in argument from inside.
âAlice Robertson, what are you doing? This is Yvieâs seat. You canât just take it!â
Madison Kennedy glared angrily at Alice, who had claimed the seat.
Everyone in the class knew that Yvette had a severe obsession with cleanliness and disliked others touching her things. Thus, it was understood that this seat was Yvetteâs exclusive spot.
Aside from cleaning the desk daily, no one would dare touch it, let alone sit on it.
Yet now, Alice had just plopped down in that very seat.