Chapter 237 Medicine for Yvette
Was she dreaming? Yvette thought for a moment. Maybe.
It certainly felt like a nightmare. She wanted to wake up, but something kept pulling her back, dragging her deeper.
And at first, all she wanted was to love him a little more.
Yvette stubbornly turned her head away, only able to stare at the cup on the table that was barely hanging on the edge.
Like, any second now, it would fall and shatter into pieces.
Yvette's vision got blurrier; she blinked, but it didn't help. She just closed her eyes and stopped trying.
She knew to Albert, she was always just a tool.
From the start, it had always been that way. Nothing had changed.
Her chin was suddenly grabbed, and Yvette was forced to look at Albert.
Albert's voice was rough, "What are you thinking about, so intently?"
Yvette gritted her teeth, forcing herself to stay silent. She said, "I'm thinking about how to get this over with, fulfill my obligation to the Valdemar family, and give you an heir."
Suddenly, everything went dark; it was Albert's lips, kissing Yvette's eyes with a fierce breath. Yvette's body shrank, but then Albert pulled back. Yvette opened her eyes, confused, looking at Albert.
Albert, sweating and panting slightly, sneered, "Think you can secure your future with a Valdemar baby? I won't let that happen."
Listening to the water dripping in the bathroom, Yvette curled up on the bed.
The curtains were open, and the dim streetlights outside the Valdemar family's villa shone into the room. Yvette blinked in confusion but could only accept it all.
Yvette's whole body was sore and weak, her muscles, first tense and then relaxed, left her drenched in sweat and utterly spent.
Albert once again humiliated her thoroughly with his actions.
Last time it was with money, this time with words, both equally painful.
Yvette blinked, in the dim light, her eyes seemed to reflect a faint shimmer of water, but it wasn't very clear.
After who knows how long, the shower in the bathroom finally turned off, and the room went silent.
The bathroom door suddenly opened, and Yvette instinctively shrank her limbs again, closing her eyes and pretending to sleep, not wanting to face Albert in such a situation.
But Yvette was too nervous, her eyelids still slightly fluttering, totally giving away that she wasn't asleep.
Albert stood by the bed, staring at Yvette for a long time, his thin lips moved slightly, "Yvette."
Albert's voice was hoarse, carrying the lingering aftereffects of sex.
Yvette's eyelids twitched, and she finally opened her eyes. She blinked but didn't look at him, avoiding his gaze.
Maybe Yvette's submissive yet faintly stubborn look pissed Albert off again. Albert suddenly lifted his leg, half-kneeling on the bed, leaning forward, and grabbed her chin.
His palm exerted slight pressure, forcing Yvette to look up at him.
Albert looked down at her, at her face bathed in the soft, dim yellow light, like it was covered with a filter. Their eyes met.
His Adam's apple moved slightly, his thin lips parted, "This is the Valdemar family; it's not your place to tell me where I should go."
"I get it," Yvette's voice was a bit raspy, carrying that post-sex vibe.
"And," Albert sneered, "no matter how much you want to be with David, you're still my wife. I can have sex with you whenever I want, got it?"
Albert didn't sleep well that night. He felt like he was dreaming, but by the time he woke up, it was all a blur.
The hangover headache made Albert press his temples, but it didn't help much.
It was late; he needed to get up and head to the office.
Downstairs, Milton and his assistant Vincent Watson were already waiting for him.
In the car, Albert leaned back, closing his eyes to rest.
Vincent kept glancing back at him, making sure he wasn't really asleep before speaking, "Mr. Valdemar, today's schedule is packed; let me read it to you."
"Go ahead," Albert responded in a deep voice.
Vincent went through the day's schedule, all the way until the evening.
'Being busy is good,' Albert thought.
Vincent finished reading the schedule, closed the iPad, and looked up, just in time to see the marks on Albert's neck.
The red marks were still fresh, clearly showing what had happened last night.
Vincent hesitated for a moment and asked, "Mr. Valdemar, do you need some medicine for the scratches on your neck to prevent infection?"
Albert frowned slightly, slowly opened his eyes, revealing a hint of redness, and looked in the mirror.
The two scratch marks on his neck were from Yvette's resistance last night.
Thinking of the unpleasant sex last night, Albert's mood darkened, and his expression turned grim. He said coldly, "Get it."
Even though he agreed, his face looked terrible. Vincent opened his mouth but didn't dare to say more.
Vincent turned his head back, glancing several times at the large bag of things beside him, feeling anxious.
After the banquet last night, Cheryl had called him to the mansion and handed him this bag of stuff.
He thought it was just regular health supplements, but Cheryl's words shocked him.
Cheryl had said, "These are supplements I prepared for Albert. After Yvette lost their first child, she hasn't gotten pregnant again. Make sure he takes these, get his body in good shape. I know he's under a lot of pressure lately, but it can't wait any longer. I want to see another Valdemar grandchild soon."
In front of Cheryl, Vincent couldn't refuse, so he reluctantly accepted.
Not knowing how to bring it up to Albert, and seeing his expression, Vincent felt even more troubled.
Vincent stared at the large bag of supplements, carefully choosing his words to get Albert to accept them, when Albert suddenly spoke from behind.
Albert said, "Vincent."
Vincent answered, "Yes, sir."
Albert's face was expressionless, his voice cold, "When you buy the medicine, also get some birth control pills."
Vincent was stunned, instinctively touching the bag of supplements, feeling confused.
Cheryl wanted Yvette to have Albert's child soon, but why was Albert asking for birth control pills?
He swallowed, cautiously asking, "Do you need short-term or long-term ones?"
Albert replied, "Long-term."
Vincent panicked a bit, instinctively asking, "For whom?"
Albert answered coldly, "For my wife."
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