Chapter 312 Don't You Want Me?
In the inner suite, two kids were sprawled out on the big bed, their chubby cheeks making them look super cute and innocent. David stood by the bed, his cold eyes locked on their faces. He checked his watch; it had been ten minutes since Yvette left the room.
His brows knitted tighter, his throat felt a bit tight, and he was getting more and more uneasy.
Yvette had to return to the room within fifteen minutes so that when the drug took effect, she would be with him.
Thinking about this, David couldn't wait any longer.
Without another glance at the kids, David bolted out of the room and rushed downstairs, but Yvette was nowhere to be seen. His heart clenched, and his lips pressed into a thin line.
Trying to keep his cool, he searched the first floor but came up empty. Even weirder, none of the servants were around.
He found the butler and the servants and demanded, "Where is everyone? Why aren't you at your posts?"
Caught off guard, they turned pale and stood still, avoiding eye contact.
Usually, David was always chill and never spoke harshly to the staff.
His sudden intense vibe and cold attitude freaked them out.
The butler stammered, "It wasn't my call to leave our posts. Mr. Albert Valdemar wanted to drink and didn't want to be disturbed. He told us all to leave. We were just following orders."
"Yeah, we didn't leave our posts; we were waiting in our rooms."
David's eyes suddenly sharpened, a dangerous glint in them. "Albert? He was in the living room just now?"
The servants, knowing the bad blood between the two, could only weakly respond, "Yes."
David's eyes darkened as he saw the table littered with alcohol. A single glass, with an unmelted ice ball and half-finished liquor, stood abandoned. The drink was still there, but Albert had vanished—taking the drugged Yvette with him.
As he thought about it, David's gaze turned colder, exuding a menacing aura.
Consumed by anger, David snapped and grabbed Albert's glass, shattering it on the ground.
The sound of shattering glass made the butler and the servants flinch.
David's gaze was as sharp as a knife, and he gave them a hard look.
David's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he warned in a hoarse voice, "No one is to speak of what happened tonight."
"Yes."
David turned and left the Valdemar Family.
But in the thick night, there was no sign of the two.
David took out his phone and called his guys.
"I told you to keep an eye on Albert. Why didn't anyone tell me he left the Valdemar Family with my person?"
The flames of anger burned fiercely in David's eyes, and a murderous aura filled the air.
The person on the other end was startled by his gritted teeth.
"Sorry, it was so late, and he had already returned to the Valdemar Family, so we thought..."
"Thought?" David snapped. "Find his location immediately. If you can't, our cooperation ends here!"
With that, David hung up.
His eyes were filled with a deep sense of despair.
Everything he had planned had fallen apart, and he was left with a huge problem.
Meanwhile, the room's temperature seemed to rise quietly, matching their racing heartbeats.
Yvette, lost in the kiss, felt her brain had completely shut down; she couldn't think straight.
The blood rushing through her veins made her feel hot all over, and soon, just kissing wasn't enough to satisfy her.
Her fingers, tangled in Albert's hair, tightened a bit, and her body arched up, pressing against him.
But Yvette was totally unaware of all this.
She only knew that doing this could ease the discomfort and thirst in her body.
But it wasn't enough, never enough.
At first, kissing offered some relief, but soon even that wasn't cutting it. Consumed by chaotic emotions and driven by pure instinct, Yvette's body felt like it was about to explode. Clinging to Albert, she grew frustrated with her clothes. When she tried to tear at his, he leaned back, making her miss.
They suddenly separated.
Yvette moaned softly in discomfort.
The cold moonlight shone on Albert's deeply restrained face, exposing his desire. But he managed to forcefully restrain himself.
His fists clenched, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.
"Yvette, do you know what you're doing? Do you really want to continue?"
Albert's voice was low and hoarse, clearly suppressed, but to Yvette, it sounded like a cold rejection.
Yvette forced her eyes open, looking at Albert's handsome face, and reached out to cup his face again.
"Albert, don't stay so far away from me." She squinted slightly, her eyes seductive, and murmured softly, "I miss you so much."
Albert's back tensed, his eyes brightened.
Albert was pleasantly surprised that even after being drugged, Yvette could still speak her true feelings. Only his wife, Yvette, would miss him, right?
He eagerly wanted to hear her say it herself, "If you miss me, why pretend to be David's wife? Pretend not to know me? Hmm?"
Yvette seemed unable to understand his words, blinking in confusion, trying hard to think.
But in her muddled state, she couldn't continue the conversation and instead offered her moist lips to kiss him again.
Albert frowned, and as her slender arms wrapped around his neck like a snake, he lifted her up.
Albert carried her into the bathroom, placed her in the bathtub, and turned on the shower, using the cool water to spray her, hoping she would sober up a bit.
More than making love, he wanted her to admit it herself.
The moment the cold water hit, Yvette shivered.
The shower water flowed down her neck, soaking her clothes, making them thin and transparent.
The scene was blood-pumping.
Albert suppressed his desire, patting Yvette's cheeks.
"Yvette, why do you pretend to be David's wife when you clearly miss me? You are my wife."
Yvette didn't sober up from the water; instead, feeling the water slide over her body heightened her senses.
"Ugh, it's so hot." Her long lashes fluttered as she shifted uncomfortably. "Albert, I really miss you."
With that, Yvette suddenly grabbed Albert's collar and pulled him into the bathtub.
Her eyes were full of grievance, confused and wet, like a seductive fox.
Her lips brushed against his earlobe, lightly touching.
She whispered, "Albert, I want you so much. Don't you want me?"
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