Chapter 234 You Brought This on Yourself.
Yvette's eyes snapped back to reality when Albert blurted out those words.
He was just trying to humiliate her; she shouldn't have let herself get swept away by his kiss.
Yvette pressed her lips together, her eyes turning icy. She slowly opened them, pretending to be tipsy, and said, "David, I can't drink much, I'm feeling dizzy."
Albert's vibe suddenly shifted, and his slightly drunk mind cleared up in an instant.
Albert almost immediately grabbed Yvette's shoulders, staring into her eyes in the dim light, his anger even more intense than when he looked at David earlier.
"Yvette, did you sleep with David? Not even flustered when he was on top of you?" Albert spat out through gritted teeth.
At that moment, Yvette was pretty sure Albert was really drunk. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to tell if she was lying or not.
She tried to push Albert away, but his anger made his grip even tighter.
"You're drunk," Yvette said.
Albert was fuming. He grabbed Yvette's delicate chin, forcing her to look at him.
"Look closely, Yvette," Albert said sternly. "I am Albert."
Then, Albert leaned in and kissed Yvette hard on the lips.
He held her lips with a hint of punishment, gently biting her tongue with his teeth.
Yvette, in pain, let out a small cry, wanting to escape and struggling hard, but her hands were still trapped by his.
Feeling Yvette's struggle, Albert's anger only grew.
"What? Now that you know it's me, you don't want to kiss me?" Albert looked at Yvette's earlobe in front of him and took it into his mouth. "Didn't you say you wanted to give the Valdemar family an heir? I'm not a Valdemar?"
Hearing Albert's words, Yvette felt it was absurd. She suddenly began to regret her earlier stubbornness.
Yvette took a deep breath, just about to explain, when there was a knock on the door.
David's voice came from outside, "Yvette, are you okay?"
The sudden knock and David's voice made both Albert and Yvette freeze.
Suddenly interrupted, Yvette breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't imagine what would have happened if it continued.
But Yvette's look of relief was like a dagger, once again piercing Albert's heart.
Albert, with a cold face, watched as Yvette responded, "I'm coming!"
Yvette raised her hand to push Albert, saying, "Get up, someone's here."
Albert's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he finally got up slowly. Seeing Yvette's torn clothes, Albert frowned and took off his shirt, draping it over Yvette.
Yvette lowered her eyes and handed his shirt back. She said, "No need, I have a change of clothes."
Yvette grabbed another set of clothes from the wardrobe and headed to the bathroom.
At that moment, there was another knock on the door. "Yvette?"
Albert frowned and opened the door.
David's hand, mid-knock, froze as he saw Albert buttoning his shirt, his lips smeared with lipstick that matched Yvette's. David's face darkened, but he knew he had no right to be upset.
David's jaw tightened, and he asked, "Where's Yvette?"
"Changing clothes," Albert said, stepping aside so David could see the mess on the bed. "What do you want with her?"
Just as Albert finished speaking, Yvette emerged from the bathroom.
She was wearing a light apricot evening dress, looking gentle and delicate.
Yvette walked over, saying, "I'm ready."
David's gaze softened as he looked at Yvette. "An uncle from my grandma's family is here. He heard you were here and wanted to meet you. Grandma asked me to come up and get you."
"Okay, I'll go down with you now," Yvette said, walking past Albert and out the door.
David smiled and reached out to grasp Yvette's wrist, leading her out.
The two of them, acting like no one else was around, had physical contact right in front of Albert.
Albert couldn't stand it. He raised his hand to push David's hand away and grabbed Yvette's hand back into his own.
Albert shot a cold glance at David. "My wife should be the one I take to meet that uncle."
Albert's fingers pressed hard, rubbing the skin on Yvette's wrist where David had just held.
"Really?" David still smiled, but his voice had a cold edge. "You haven't even been back to the Valdemar family a few times. Do you even know that uncle?"
"So what if I don't?" Albert didn't even look at him, saying coldly, "I know Grandma, that's enough."
David frowned, about to retort, but Albert had already pulled Yvette towards the elevator.
"Let's go," Albert said.
David stood there, his eyes dark as he watched them walk away, his lips pressed tightly together.
Yvette was pulled by Albert all the way to the elevator. As soon as they entered, she shook off Albert's hand.
Her face scrunched up in dissatisfaction as she rotated her wrist. "Albert, you hurt me."
Albert sneered, "Now you know I'm Albert."
"Yes. David wouldn't do something so rough," Yvette retorted petulantly.
"So what?" Albert leaned against the cold elevator wall, looking at Yvette through the reflection. "Rough or not, you're still my wife."
Yvette pretended not to hear, fixing her hair in the elevator wall's reflection. Although she was deliberately provoking Albert, she wasn't wrong; his actions had indeed been too rough.
Yvette casually adjusted her updo, making it more fitting for the dress. Even though Albert could only see her through the reflection, he still subconsciously moved his Adam's apple and looked away.
Having been interrupted halfway, Albert was still feeling restless.
The elevator reached the first floor, and Yvette followed Albert out.
Yvette walked with a straight back, looking very elegant. She glanced at her wrist, which was slightly red from Albert and David's earlier tugging.
Albert turned around and saw Yvette looking at her wrist with a regretful expression.
He couldn't help but sneer, "What? Still reminiscing about how David held your wrist?"
Yvette frowned.
Albert's tone was full of sarcasm, "When I asked you to divorce, you fought tooth and nail to stay married. Now you regret it and want to run to David? Not so fast. Yvette, you brought this on yourself."
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