Chapter 230 Albert's Warning
Yvette felt a bit off when she heard it.
She wasn't mad, just confused, staring at Albert like he was speaking another language.
She blinked, frowned, and asked, "Is this how you see me?"
Albert frowned back, his voice low, "If you don't want me to see you like this, then act like a wife."
Yvette found it ridiculous, asking, "Going on a trip with your grandma isn't something a wife should do?"
"But you went with David." Albert's eyes were cold and hard as he continued, "I'm a man. I know what he's thinking."
"What does it matter what he's thinking?" Yvette's usual gentle look was gone, replaced with something more fierce. "Albert, are you concerned about my feelings for him, or are you just worried about what people will say?"
Albert's jaw tightened. After a moment, he said, "There's no difference."
Yvette looked into his eyes, but his words just made her laugh softly. "If you're just worried about gossip, don't worry. I'll be a good wife and do nothing to tarnish your image."
With that, Yvette finished applying the iodine, capped the bottle, gathered the used cotton swabs, and walked towards the main house.
Albert, meanwhile, was all riled up by Yvette's words. He felt uneasy but couldn't put it into words.
As Yvette's arm brushed past him and she disappeared from sight, Albert couldn't stop thinking about the long iodine-streaked scar on her arm.
Yvette didn't forget Cheryl's task. After returning the iodine to Roy, she went to the backyard to pick a fish and then headed back to the private room.
When Yvette walked in, David's tense expression relaxed.
Cheryl looked surprised, asking, "Why are you back alone? Where's Albert?"
"Hasn't he come back yet?" Yvette acted surprised. "Roy lent me some iodine. After I used it, I returned it and came back. I thought he got back here first."
Yvette paused, then added, "Does he not know where our room is?"
"He probably doesn't," Cheryl nodded.
Yvette was about to get up to look for him, but David spoke up.
In a calm, indifferent tone, he said, "If he could find us at Chicken Coops, he should be able to find our room."
Just as David finished, the door opened, and Albert walked in with a cold expression.
Cheryl smiled. "Twins really do have a connection, huh?"
Albert and David both frowned but didn't argue.
During the meal, except for Cheryl, the atmosphere among the three of them was pretty awkward.
Cheryl glanced at the two, "I remember David loves chicken, but Albert, you're not a fan?"
"I don't eat it much," Albert replied casually.
Without looking up, David said, "Maybe because Albert didn't like chicken when we were kids, so I ate it all. Got used to it after a while."
The truth was, David didn't like chicken either.
But Albert was stubborn; he wouldn't touch what he didn't like, no matter what. David was different; he worried that being picky would make people dislike him, so he ate whatever was put in front of him.
He'd eaten so many things he didn't like that he no longer knew what he did like. He'd always thought preferences didn't matter; necessity did.
But when something he truly desired remained out of reach, he'd begun to question that belief.
His eyes flicked to Yvette, who was quietly eating with her head down, and David's demeanor softened a bit.
"David's still obedient." Cheryl glared at Albert. "With your picky nature, it's a wonder you got a wife."
"Yeah," Albert sneered, catching the look David gave Yvette. "It's even more of a wonder I got a wife everyone likes."
David's face darkened.
Yvette lowered her head even more.
If Cheryl weren't here, she would've taken her bowl to the servants' dining room next door.
Before sunset, after dinner, they headed home.
Since Albert drove, Yvette had to ride with him.
In the confined space, Yvette could only stare out the window, thinking about his suffocating words.
The sunset, a mix of orange and red, filled the sky.
Thin clouds covered the sky, and the gradient colors reflected deeply in Yvette's eyes.
The evening glow always gave people a natural boost of energy.
Yvette sat in the passenger seat, with soothing music playing. She finally felt a bit relaxed.
But Albert, seemingly unhappy with her relaxation, spoke up after a few minutes.
His voice was flat, "Yvette, if you take my grandma out again, don't go with David."
Yvette frowned, clearly annoyed, and looked at Albert.
She was about to snap, but the beautiful sky and the glowing sunset outside the window softened Albert's profile. He and the scenery outside blended into one, and his chiseled face looked gentler in the orange-red light.
Despite the cold, hard words coming out of his mouth...
Yvette choked and said, "Grandma decides where I go. I don't get to choose who comes along. If you have a problem with it, talk to her."
Albert frowned. "Then let me know beforehand."
"Let you know? And then what? Stop me from going? Or tag along and sulk?" Yvette asked, confused. "Albert, aren't you busy? Don't you have work to do?"
Albert cut her off. "Yvette, don't be ridiculous."
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