Chapter 224 Albert Humiliates Yvette
As Yvette left with the empty bowl, Albert's gaze followed her, despite his better judgment.
She always made him second-guess himself, wondering if he was being too hard on her. But then she'd do something that reinforced his distrust, and any sympathy he had would vanish.
Albert wasn't planning to crash at the Valdemar's place. Just as he was about to leave, a weird feeling hit him out of nowhere.
He frowned and headed to the bathroom to splash some cold water on his face. But the more he splashed, the hotter he felt.
When he felt his desire kicking in, Albert's anger flared up.
He knew exactly what was going on. Albert gritted his teeth, his whole vibe turning icy.
He shouldn't have trusted Yvette. Last time, she said she wanted his kid, and he shut her down. This time, she went straight to drugging his dinner to get him going!
The drug and his anger were already messing with him. His body tensed up, and he swallowed hard, trying to push down the desire.
It was a losing battle. Realizing that cold water wasn't gonna cut it, he wiped his face and walked out of the bathroom.
Right then, the door opened, and there was Yvette, looking all calm and clean.
Albert, who'd been holding back for so long, finally snapped when he saw her neck.
He grabbed Yvette's wrist and pulled her towards the bed. He propped himself up on his arms beside her, and her slightly panicked and confused eyes only made him want her more.
But the clearer her eyes were, the more he hated her for drugging him.
With a voice rough from gritted teeth, he growled, "Yvette, how low can you go?"
Yvette looked at him, puzzled. "What are you talking about?"
Seeing Albert's red ears and bloodshot eyes, Yvette was confused and a bit scared by his intensity.
Albert spat out, "Yvette, don't use dirty tricks to get what you want."
Yvette bit her lip, not getting why he was so mad all of a sudden.
Did he think her good behavior at the Valdemar's was just to suck up and get more out of them?
That would fit with how Albert saw her.
Being pinned down by him was uncomfortable.
Yvette thought for a moment and tried to explain, "I treat Cheryl well because she's an elder, and she's nice to me too. As for dinner, Cheryl asked me to bring it to you. After all, I'm still your wife."
As Yvette spoke, her warm breath brushed against Albert's collarbone, sending shivers through him and making the drug's effects worse.
But to Albert, her words were just lame excuses.
His eyes got even redder as he looked at her chest and collarbone. His desire was almost out of control.
Yvette's fresh, showered scent kept chipping away at his sanity.
He let out a cold laugh, saying, "Since you're still my wife, then do your wifely duties."
Albert threw all reason out the window. He leaned in close, his red eyes full of aggression.
Yvette freaked out. "What do you mean?"
Before she could finish, Albert's lips crashed onto hers, rough and demanding.
Yvette was stunned, feeling his hot body pressing against hers, making her heart race like crazy.
Albert was all over her, rough and relentless. Yvette cried out, trying to get away, but he was too strong. He pinned her down, making it impossible for her to push him off.
His burning hands roamed over her body, and before she knew it, her clothes were in tatters.
Yvette's body shook as she was forced to endure his wild desire.
The morning sunlight was warm, falling on Yvette's bare skin.
She curled up, waking up to the sunlight and the pain.
As soon as she opened her eyes, the soreness in her body made her groan, and the muscle pain hit her hard.
Yvette's breath hitched as she remembered what happened last night.
Instinctively, she turned her head. The big bed was empty except for her. Albert was long gone.
The sheets were a mess, stained from their wild night.
Yvette's mind replayed Albert's almost insane actions from the night before. She looked down at her naked body.
Feeling uncomfortable, she grabbed the blanket and wrapped herself in it, trying to cover the marks on her skin.
Just then, there was a knock on her door.
A servant's voice came through, "Yvette, it's time for breakfast."
Yvette's voice was hoarse and weak, "I'm really tired, I won't be eating."
The servant said, "Mrs. Cheryl Valdemar is waiting for you downstairs. She's the only one having breakfast today."
"Please… tell Cheryl I'm… I'm too tired. I won't be down for breakfast." Yvette paused. "Tell her not to wait."
"Okay, I'll set aside a plate for you. You can eat it when you get up."
"No need," Yvette sniffled, saying, "I won't be eating today."
"Alright, please take your rest," said the servant.
Soon, the outside of the room was quiet again.
Yvette lay on the bed, staring blankly at the white ceiling.
She didn't know why Albert had gone crazy last night, why he had been so rough, more so than any other time before.
He clearly hated her, didn't want to have kids with her. He didn't want her "inferior" genes tainting the Valdemar line.
But why did he still treat her like this?
Though she felt somewhat hurt, her eyes stinging, she held back her tears.
Yvette slowly got up, only to see a stack of cash on the bedside table.
She was stunned, her face turning pale instantly.
The stack of cash was thick enough that she didn't need to count to know it was exactly $2,000.
His message was clear: he had paid $2,000 for their night together.
Yvette's throat tightened, her hands clenched into fists as she stared at the money, unable to process the shock.
Albert hated her so much that he deliberately humiliated her like this.
The tears she had managed to hold back finally flowed down.
He treated her like a prostitute.
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