Chapter 218 The Misunderstanding Between Albert and Yvette Deepened
Yvette helped Albert onto the bed and finally looked away. Just now, when Albert said in front of the servants that he wouldn't sleep with her, Yvette acted like she didn't hear a thing and stepped out of the elevator as soon as it opened.
Luckily, the two servants were Hayden's trusted aides, trained by him personally. They didn't even bat an eye, just supported Albert and followed Yvette back to the room.
The room was still dark, with only the cold moonlight and the faint glow of the streetlights outside softly lighting up the bed, illuminating Albert.
Yvette stood by the bed, quietly watching Albert. It had been a long time since she had looked at him this closely.
Yvette's gaze traveled from his smooth forehead to his tightly closed eyes, from his thick eyelashes to his high nose, and finally to his tightly pressed thin lips. She had loved Albert for many years.
Her eyes moved down to his prominent Adam's apple and collarbone, which were slightly flushed due to the alcohol. He had really drunk a lot today. Yvette sighed deeply and went to get a basin of warm water to wipe Albert's body.
But Albert frowned tightly. Whenever Yvette approached to touch him, he would move away in the opposite direction. His movements were quite large, making Yvette's heart race.
"Be careful," Yvette said. She quickly stepped back, not daring to touch Albert's body again.
Seeing how much he hated being touched, Yvette held back, worried that if she got too close, he might unconsciously fall off the bed. A drunk Albert was someone Yvette really couldn't lift off the floor by herself.
Yvette felt totally helpless. She stood silently by the side, waiting until Albert was completely asleep and his breathing had become calm and regular before she turned and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Yvette took a shower, her hair still wet, and didn't dare to use the hairdryer, fearing the noise would wake Albert. She wrapped her hair in a dry towel and returned to the room. Seeing Albert still sleeping soundly brought her a profound sense of relief.
When Albert was deeply asleep, he didn't seem to resist being touched as much. She tentatively patted Albert's shoulder lightly. Seeing no reaction, Yvette picked up the wrung-out towel again and continued to wipe Albert's body.
Albert's body emitted a faint smell of alcohol. His breath, mixed with the familiar scent unique to Albert, gently brushed past Yvette's ear, causing a tickling sensation.
Inevitably, Yvette recalled the times when they were extremely close. For a moment, she was lost in thought, her hand stilled on Albert's bare, honey-colored skin, feeling the firmness of his muscles.
At that moment, a hoarse voice suddenly broke the silence of the room. "Yvette, have you touched enough?" Albert asked.
Yvette was startled and looked up in a panic, meeting Albert's slightly reddened eyes. His deep gaze was fixed on her, seemingly mocking her.
Yvette quickly averted her gaze, stepped back, and explained in a low voice, "I didn't mean anything. I just wanted to wipe your body so you could sleep more comfortably."
Albert's eyes, as deep as an abyss, seemed to have a magical power that made Yvette unable to move. Albert's voice stayed icy. "Is my chest that dirty?"
Yvette's face showed awkwardness. She was really glad the room was dark, so Albert couldn't see how embarrassed she was. She tossed the towel back into the basin. "Since you're awake, you can clean yourself. I'm going to dry my hair."
In the dark room, Albert reclined on the bed, watching Yvette's hurried figure as she entered the bathroom, his expression complicated.
Yvette finished drying her hair and sat on the toilet in the bathroom, hesitant to go out. As the night grew deeper, Yvette finally tiptoed out of the bathroom and carefully returned to the bedside.
She looked at Albert's face in the moonlight, confirming that his breathing was steady and he was asleep again, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Albert slept well, always lying on his back on one side of the bed. Yvette climbed onto the bed quietly, lying on the other side. The bed was big enough that they could sleep on either side without touching each other.
Yvette exhaled slowly, realizing that her fingertips were slightly numb from the tension. But lying on the bed, smelling the familiar scent of Albert mixed with the smell of alcohol, Yvette couldn't fall asleep.
She tossed and turned, finally unable to resist turning to face Albert, silently watching him. After a while, Albert's breathing became more rapid, and his brows furrowed.
Yvette blinked, suddenly realizing that Albert wasn't asleep either. Sure enough, Albert finally couldn't help but open his eyes, impatiently saying, "Yvette, how did you come to start sleeping with your eyes open?"
Yvette pressed her lips together, not too surprised this time, and softly said, "Don't mind me."
Albert's expression instantly changed. "How can you shamelessly sleep here?"
Yvette's voice lowered even more. "I moved into this room first. You're drunk, so you're staying in my room."
"This is the Valdemar Villa," Albert said, suppressing his voice.
"But you don't want to come back." In the darkness, Yvette looked into Albert's eyes.
Albert was rendered speechless by Yvette's words. He pressed his thin lips together. "You'd better leave the Valdemar family as soon as possible. I won't come back to live here."
Yvette blinked, the darkness hiding her sorrowful expression. She wanted to leave too, but if she did, the half of the property she was supposed to share would be taken by James. They didn't get along, and Yvette didn't want Albert to lose so much property for nothing. Staying and guarding was the only thing Yvette could do for him.
Yvette pretended not to care. "I won't leave."
"Did James offer you so much money that you can't refuse?" Albert's eyes were filled with anger.
"Yes," Yvette admitted, "I took the Valdemar family's money, so I have to give something in return."
Albert paused and said, "Give what in return?" Yvette pressed her lips together, not speaking for a long time.
The sound of their breathing, one light and the other heavy, was particularly noticeable in the quiet space. The two of them lay on the same bed, facing each other. Yvette could clearly feel Albert's anger.
In his mind, she had always been a woman who only cared about money and had no bottom line. Yvette chuckled softly, but her lips carried a self-mocking smile. "Give the Valdemar family a child."
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