Chapter 311 Yvette Hugged Him Tightly
Yvette's cheeks turned a deep shade of red, the flush spreading down her neck and to her chest, making her look incredibly tempting.
Albert's face tightened, his eyes dark and stormy. "Who drugged you?"
Yvette's body was getting weaker, her mind foggy, and she didn't respond. Albert's mind was racing.
She was fine when they argued earlier, and she hadn't left the house since. So, who could have done this?
David, her husband, wouldn't need to drug her.
So, who was it?
James? Cheryl? And why?
Before he could figure it out, Yvette went limp and fell into Albert's arms.
Feeling her softness against him made Albert's blood pump faster. The alcohol in his system made him feel hot as Yvette rubbed her warm face against his chest, causing him to tense up. He picked her up to take her to her room but hesitated, unsure of who drugged her or why.
Send her to David?
He didn't want to.
Take her to his own room?
The Valdemar Family was more dangerous than ever. With a clear motive behind Yvette's drugging, staying there was risky. Albert decided to leave with Yvette.
After putting Yvette in the back seat of the car, Albert tried to sit up straight, but she clung to his neck.
Yvette squirmed uncomfortably, moaning softly.
The driver glanced back, surprised to see Albert with a woman.
His eyes widened when he recognized Yvette, David's wife.
Albert shot him a cold look. "Drive."
The driver quickly looked away. "Yes, Mr. Valdemar. Where to?"
Albert checked his watch and said, "To the house on the east side of town," where he lived before returning to the Valdemar Family.
The driver nodded. "Alright."
He parked the car and sneaked a glance in the rearview mirror. Yvette's face was now bright red.
He asked cautiously, "Mr. Valdemar, do you need help?"
Albert replied in a deep voice, "No."
He carried Yvette out of the car.
The house on the east side wasn't as grand as the Valdemar Villa, but it was still a nice place. With only one unit per floor and it being late, they didn't run into anyone.
Yvette kept her eyes shut in the elevator, twisting restlessly, perhaps due to the bright lights.
Her warm breath brushed against Albert's neck.
"I feel so uncomfortable," she murmured, her lips brushing against his jaw.
His body shuddered, reacting to her touch.
After what felt like forever, they finally got inside. Albert hadn't even relaxed when Yvette suddenly raised her face, pouting her moist lips, and complained, "Stop poking me, it's uncomfortable!"
She sounded like an innocent child, her eyes wide and pure.
Albert tensed up even more.
The room was dark, with only the cold moonlight streaming in through the large windows, casting a glow on Yvette.
She twisted like a snake. Albert draped a blanket over her, her soft moans teasing his ears. Hidden in the darkness, his eyes masked the storm of emotions within.
Yvette's presence stirred his desires effortlessly. The alcohol intensified the ache in his lower abdomen, flooding his mind with memories of their past nights together. The night felt even more charged with Yvette right there.
He closed his eyes, trying to keep control, half-pressing the writhing Yvette, and pulled out his phone to call Vincent.
"Get a doctor over here," he said, his voice deep and hoarse, cutting through the silent night.
Vincent was taken aback. "I'll get one right away. Are you sick?"
"I said get one, not ask questions," Albert snapped.
His voice must have been loud because Yvette slowly opened her eyes.
She looked at Albert, dazed, his close-up filling her vision. His cold, hard features made her a bit annoyed.
Albert was always so cold.
So annoying.
Yvette reached out, her trembling fingers touching his nose, then sliding over his lips, finally resting on his Adam's apple.
As his Adam's apple moved, Yvette's fingers followed.
"Albert," she murmured.
Even drunk, she recognized him.
Albert's hand still held the phone, his deep eyes softening a bit.
Yvette called his name tenderly, pulling him closer by his shirt collar.
She tilted her head slightly, taking a light sniff. "You've been drinking."
Albert looked at her charming expression, his eyes darkening as he gazed deeply at her.
Yvette blinked drowsily, her hand moving up from his collar to cup his face, looking him over. "It's Albert. Why aren't you talking?"
Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers threading through his hair.
She just stared at him, her beautiful eyes sparkling.
They were so close, it was hard to tell whose heartbeat was faster and more erratic.
Yvette's eyes locked onto Albert's lips, her gaze so intense it seemed she might kiss him any second. Her seductive look made him swallow hard. He noticed her flushed face and luscious lips, her eyes watery like a flower waiting to be picked.
Yvette wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as her long, curly lashes lightly brushed against his skin, causing a slight shiver in both of them.
The increasingly heated atmosphere, the rapidly rising body temperature, a bead of hot sweat rolled down from Albert's neck, landing right on Yvette's chest.
Vincent's voice came through the phone. "Mr. Valdemar? Should I call the doctor to the Valdemar Villa? Mr. Valdemar? Can you hear me?"
Albert was annoyed by the interruption. "Yes."
In confusion, Vincent asked, "Where are you? Is it the Valdemar Villa? I'll send the doctor over after contacting them."
Albert's eyes darkened. "No need."
He suddenly didn't want anyone to disturb this moment.
With that, he hung up the phone and tossed it aside.
The room returned to silence, only their uncontrollable breathing echoing.
His hand brushed away the messy hair at her temple, and the next second, she suddenly attacked, pressing her soft lips against his.
The long-awaited kiss, the collision of lips and teeth, the gentle nibbling, and her soft murmurs.