Chapter 277 Yvette's Hairpin
Yvette saw the pain and restraint in David's eyes. She knew she should go over and hug him, offer some comfort.
But she just couldn't. Her body wouldn't let her get close to David.
For Yvette, who had lost her memory, this resistance meant everything.
She often wondered what had happened between them. Why couldn't she touch him, even though she woke up carrying his child?
She had a lot of theories. Maybe David had been a jerk and hurt her, which would explain why he was always so careful around her and why she kept her distance.
"I'm the one who should apologize," David finally said with a forced smile. "I was too forward. I promised I'd wait until you were ready to be close to me."
Yvette looked down, still caught up in her emotions. She felt panic, helplessness, resistance, and struggle.
She clenched her fists, trying to stop her body from trembling. She whispered, "Thank you."
Just then, the kitchen's glass door swung open, and a child's voice broke the tension.
"Mommy, BoBo and I made a beautiful cake for you!"
Christina ran towards Yvette with her little legs, but her smile faded when she saw David.
Lester tugged at Christina's hand. "Walk slowly; don't bump into Mommy."
Yvette smiled, looked at the cake, and walked over to the kids. She kissed each of them on the cheek. "I love it! Thank you!"
Christina said, "Mommy, come eat the cake!"
Lester added, "Happy birthday, Mommy!"
As Lester spoke, Christina put a birthday hat on Yvette's head.
Yvette's heart softened. For a moment, she felt a bit dazed, and David's words echoed in her mind.
Even though she had lost her memory, she had a loving husband and two adorable kids. Wasn't that enough?
Did she really need to remember everything?
In a dark room, Albert walked into the house but didn't turn on the lights.
His phone rang, and the screen lit up his bloodshot eyes.
"Speak."
Vincent's voice crackled through the line. "Mr. Valdemar, we're departing tomorrow. It's a lengthy journey, so you should rest up tonight."
"Okay," Albert said, his breath smelling of alcohol. "Got it."
He had indulged in a drink to aid his sleep.
After ending the call, the clock on his phone switched to midnight.
Yvette had been missing for four years, and he still couldn't find her. Thinking of this, Albert's heart felt like it was being squeezed by a hand. Just a bit more pressure, and it would burst.
Albert staggered to the floor-to-ceiling window, his Adam's apple moving slightly, his deep eyes full of pain.
"Yvette, where are you?"
Three years of living in regret, and he still couldn't move on or forgive himself.
"You must still be alive. Otherwise, you wouldn't watch me suffer like this and never come into my dreams," Albert said, his head hanging low, a tear falling to the ground and glistening in the cold moonlight. "You loved me so much; you wouldn't be this cruel, right?"
Albert's whispered words weren't loud, but in the empty, silent house, they echoed clearly.
Rebecca, in the room, heard the voice outside and felt a bit nervous for the first time in her twenty years of life.
She opened her palm, revealing a slightly rusty hairpin she had found on Albert's nightstand just a couple of minutes ago.
Rebecca sneered. This must have belonged to his deceased wife. Such a cheap hairpin, and Albert had kept it for so many years, always placing it on his nightstand.
Rebecca curled her lips. A man being too sentimental was not good. After all this time, he still missed his long-dead wife.
Unconsciously, Rebecca felt a twinge of jealousy.
But how could a dead woman be worthy of her jealousy?
Then she thought, if she could make Albert fall in love with her, wouldn't all his affection be directed at her?
Thinking this, Rebecca adjusted her hair and lifted her chin, still looking arrogant.
She had lowered herself to "comfort" him; he surely wouldn't dare treat her the same way again.
Rebecca chuckled softly and whispered, "Girl, you better step up your game and get into his dreams, erase your memory from his mind, and let him choose me. I can be a real asset to him. You wouldn't want the Valdemar Group's development to be ruined because of a cheap woman like you, right? What do you have to compete with me?"
With that, Rebecca disdainfully broke the hairpin and threw it into the trash can.
Extinguishing the cigarette at his fingertips, Albert slowly exhaled the last puff of smoke and walked towards the room, exhausted.
He had an early flight to catch, with a stopover in Las Vegas. He couldn't let these emotions really affect the Valdemar Group's development.
He pushed open the door, and the room was still dark.
The alcohol made him extremely sleepy, a longing for sleep he hadn't felt in a long time.
Maybe Yvette had decided to let him sleep well tonight.
Lying on the bed, Albert reached out to the nightstand, groping around twice without finding the familiar touch.
His heart jolted, and Albert suddenly woke up, immediately switching on the bedside lamp.
Where was the hairpin?
Albert's eyes darkened, and he instantly sobered up.
That was the only hairpin Yvette had accidentally dropped while taking care of him overnight. He held it in his hand every night to sleep.
But now, it was gone!
At that moment, a female voice suddenly came from behind. "What are you looking for, Mr. Valdemar?"
Albert froze and turned around to see Rebecca standing by the bed with her arms crossed, staring at him.
Albert's aura turned cold. "How did you get in? Was it Vincent or Willard?"
"Guess." Rebecca shrugged indifferently. "Whoever it was, it was my doing. What are you looking for?"
Rebecca's knowing expression made Albert's anger surge.
He knew his family was worried about his condition, but letting this woman in and touching Yvette's hairpin crossed the line.
Albert's eyes were icy, his chiseled face expressionless but filled with hostility.
His thin lips parted, and he said coldly, "Get out."
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