Chapter 337 Being Yvette Again
Standing in the Valdemar Group conference room, Albert stared blankly at the proposal in front of him, listening to their report. The uncovered floor-to-ceiling windows let bright sunlight flood the room.
When the report ended, everyone turned their gaze to Albert, waiting for him to make a decision.
Maintaining his posture, Albert let out a soft chuckle just as everyone grew puzzled. Barely audible, it echoed like a thunderclap in the silent room, leaving everyone stunned.
The manager giving the report, Marshall Banks, had a twisted expression and was momentarily panicked.
Although it sounded like Albert was laughing, there was always a sense of uncertainty about whether he was mocking the proposal.
Marshall cast a pleading look at Vincent, wanting to confirm if Albert was mocking his proposal.
Vincent, who was taking meeting notes, was also stunned and looked at Albert inexplicably.
Recently, Albert had been moody because of Yvette, and Vincent couldn't gauge Albert's mood today, so he didn't dare to speak rashly.
But Albert just chuckled lightly and then said nothing more.
The entire conference room fell into an inexplicable and eerie silence, and the meeting couldn't continue.
Vincent had no choice but to reluctantly ask, "Mr. Valdemar, if it's inconvenient to give feedback on the proposal during the meeting, you can..."
Before Vincent could finish his sentence, Albert came back to his senses.
He put down the proposal, his usually cold eyes carrying a faint smile. "No problem, meeting adjourned."
With that, Albert got up and left.
As the conference room door closed, everyone looked at each other, completely unaware of what had just happened.
Marshall asked inexplicably, "So... it's approved?"
As soon as Marshall finished speaking, Albert let out a melodious whistle outside. It was unmistakably his voice!
The conference room suddenly fell into a deathly silence until Marshall's trembling voice broke it. "Did I just get incredibly lucky to catch Mr. Valdemar in such a good mood that he's laughing and whistling?"
Yvette walked into the restaurant, a charming blend of romance and elegance. Though not very large, it was built on the water, with every table offering a view of the bustling harbor.
As the sky darkened and night fell, the neon lights outside lit up instantly, flashing with a charming glow.
As Yvette was led to her seat by the waiter, she could vaguely hear a distant ship's horn. Seeing Albert standing tall in a light-colored suit, she instinctively paused.
Albert stood up to greet her, "Why didn't you wear the clothes I prepared for you?"
Yvette's eyes flickered, and she looked away. "I didn't like them."
Yvette actually loved the black dress; it reminded her of the only black cocktail dress she had ever owned. But she couldn't wear it—she didn't want to admit she was Yvette, even though denying it was pointless now.
When she received the clothes Albert sent, Yvette had just packed her bag, planning to take the two children to the amusement park with the maid.
She had been overwhelmed recently, rarely focusing on the children, and spending little time with them.
Now, although she was "under house arrest" by Albert, she inexplicably had more time to spend with the children.
Along with the clothes, Albert had sent a "commanding" message: [I'll have the driver pick you up this afternoon. Wear the clothes I prepared for you.]
Yvette asked him: [Do I have the right to refuse?]
Almost instantly, Albert's text message came back: [No.]
Dominant as he was, if he said no, then it was no.
Yvette had no choice but to forgo the trip to the amusement park with the children and come to meet Albert.
Sitting down in front of Albert, Yvette looked up and met his deep, smiling eyes. The slight upturn at the corners of his eyes left her momentarily dazed. What exactly did Albert want?
As she was thinking, Albert clapped his hands, and the waiters orderly brought the gifts Albert had prepared to Yvette.
Amidst the interweaving lights and melodious violin, a large bouquet of fiery red roses was placed in Yvette's arms. The vibrant flowers bloomed exuberantly, as if announcing his victory.
The waiters naturally and smoothly opened the wine Albert had prepared and served the dishes one by one.
Yvette looked at Albert in a bit of a panic, almost being swallowed by the intense emotions in his eyes.
Despite the romantic setting, Yvette only felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.
Albert personally poured her a glass of wine. "You don't have to wear it if you don't like it, but this wine is your favorite."
Looking at the familiar bottle of red wine, Yvette recalled how she had ordered it during the two years she silently accompanied him. She chose it because he liked it; after drinking it, he would relax, making their lovemaking more engaged and gentle.
Thinking she had forgotten everything, Yvette was surprised by how easily she was reminded. Nodding silently, she picked up the knife and fork and began to eat.
Throughout the meal, Albert seemed in good spirits. Ignoring Yvette's lack of interest, he kept talking, trying to liven up the atmosphere.
Yvette found it hard to understand Albert's series of actions but didn't voice her doubts.
Until he took her to the next location.
Holding a large bouquet of roses, Yvette felt a chill down her spine as she walked into the romantically decorated hotel room, where the scent of aromatherapy was irresistibly enticing.
Yvette put down the flowers and turned to ask him, "What exactly do you want to do today?"
Albert looked down at her, tightening his arm around Yvette. "I've decided to hold a banquet."
"A banquet?" Yvette looked at him in confusion.
It was normal for the Valdemar Group to host various banquets; there was no need to tell her.
A strange emotion surged in her heart, and Yvette asked one more question, "What kind of banquet?"
Albert raised his chin and glanced at Yvette. "A banquet to reinstate your identity."
"I don't have any identity that requires a banquet," Yvette said with some resistance.
Albert said, "You are my wife, and you can't continue to be ambiguous. I will tell everyone at the banquet that I have found you. To make you Yvette again—my wife, Albert's wife."
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