Chapter 338 The Man Your Body Misses Is Me
Albert's words made Yvette feel like she was being scorched. After suppressing her emotions for so long, intense hatred finally surfaced. The Valdemar brothers were out to ruin her! What banquet? He just wanted to humiliate her!
In the dimly lit room, the atmosphere lights cast mottled shadows. Even though it was warm light, it couldn't hide her pale, frost-like complexion.
Yvette looked at Albert in disbelief. "Are you crazy?"
Yvette stood up angrily. "Stop playing games with me. If it weren't for the child, I wouldn't have come. I can't comply with your rude demands. I can be shameless, but I won't let my child become a laughingstock!"
Yvette, emotionally agitated, turned to leave. Her arm hurt as a strong force pulled her back.
Albert's lips were pressed into a tight line, showing that he was also tense.
Fear surged back instantly for Yvette. The "romantic" scene and ambiguous atmosphere screamed danger. She knew she had to leave, but Albert's iron grip on her slender waist wouldn't let her escape.
"Let go of me!" Yvette's voice had a hint of sobbing. "Can you stop messing around? I've already complied with you, don't make it worse, okay?"
"Didn't you make the first mistake that I need to correct?" Albert's deep eyes flashed with possessiveness. "I don't want anyone to think you have any relationship with David, understand?"
Yvette said, "I'm not going to the banquet with you. If you're not embarrassed, I am."
"Embarrassed?" Albert sneered. "Who dares to think that Albert's woman is embarrassing?"
Yvette increasingly felt that Albert was a complete madman. "Let go, I'm going home."
Yvette's resistance made Albert angry as well. "Home? Which home?"
He grabbed her, and she struggled violently. At this moment, her struggle, in this room filled with seductive fragrance, seemed to constantly provoke him.
His hand slid around her waist, lifting her up.
Yvette was suddenly suspended in the air, startled. "What are you doing?"
Albert answered, "Reunited couples, of course, do what couples do."
Thrown onto the bed, Yvette realized Albert was serious. Struggling to get up, she found his tall, solid body already on top of her.
"No, Albert!"
At this moment, Albert was like a punishing judge. "This is your duty as a wife."
"Get off!" Yvette raised her hand to push him away. "Let me go home!"
Albert grabbed her troublesome hands in his palm and smiled. "Then go home to do it?"
Stopping her struggles, Yvette thought of the kids at home. How could she do this with Albert? His words were clearly a threat. Biting her pale lower lip, she turned her head away, but her silent resistance had no effect.
Albert raised his hand to pinch her stubbornly raised chin, and his domineering kiss fell, invading Yvette's thoughts like a storm.
His lips repeatedly caressed hers, as if he wanted to devour her whole.
Such an offensive made Yvette's breathing quickly lose control.
Albert's low chuckle came to her ears, his warm breath spraying on her soft earlobe, making her shrink her shoulders involuntarily. "See, you miss me."
A flush of anger instantly climbed up Yvette's earlobes and neck.
She was furious and ashamed. "In your dreams! I never thought of you!"
Albert asked, "Really?"
Yvette knew she couldn't escape, so she deliberately provoked him. "You're nothing compared to David. Why would I think of you?"
She thought Albert would get angry again, but he unexpectedly smiled indifferently. "I know you two have been separated for a long time. There's no need to act in front of me. The man your body misses is me."
Yvette's body stiffened, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, but she quickly controlled it.
Albert didn't miss any of her expressions. "No, I should say, the man your body has always missed is me."
Countless intimate moments flashed through Yvette's mind like a movie. She knew he was right; she'd only ever been with him, and her body naturally responded to him. But she wouldn't admit it.
Yvette sneered. "Really? Then go ahead. I'll just consider it using an adult toy for women."
"You've played with adult toys?" Albert raised an eyebrow, a smile in his eyes. "It seems you've been keeping yourself pure for me for a long time, only relying on toys to relieve your loneliness."
"You!" Yvette was furious.
"Don't worry." Albert lowered his head and planted a kiss on her lips. "I won't let you feel empty anymore. I'll make up for the four years of emptiness."
"Albert..."
Despite Albert's aggressive demeanor, he was incredibly patient, forcing her to remember their past harmony. Yvette felt extremely uncomfortable and clearly unwilling, but her body betrayed her. Turning her head away, her eyes glistened with tears.
She pressed her lips tightly together, enduringly watching the shadows of their bodies cast on the white sheets, slowly closing her eyes.
Outside the car window, it was pitch black. Yvette rolled it down, gazing at the cloud-covered sky with faint moonlight and sparse stars. The whole earth seemed to be asleep, with no hint of a night breeze. Even with the window open, the suffocating feeling remained.
The car slowly stopped in front of Yvette's residence. Dragging her tired body, Yvette got out of the car.
Before getting out, Yvette glanced at the time. It was ten o'clock. Without bothering to say goodbye, she stepped out of the car. A wave of sadness washed over her, making her feel cheap, like a woman having an affair. Even after showering, the scent of their lovemaking lingered, leaving her with a deep sense of powerlessness.
Her steps were unsteady. Yvette looked up at the sky obscured by clouds, feeling a strange sense of familiarity.
Tonight was just like those years in the past when she followed him without asking for a title, returning home after their lovemaking.
Her relationship with Albert seemed to have returned to the beginning; they were just bed partners.
He said he loved her, but was it really love? Her life seemed worthless to him until she became someone else's wife—then he got possessive. It was just a perverted obsession.
Yvette's hand, hanging by her side, clenched into a tight fist.
She didn't know how she had come to this point. Regret was like a rope, strangling her neck, making it hard to breathe.
Just as Yvette was about to go upstairs, she heard steady footsteps behind her. A man's arm draped over her shoulder, and her body stiffened as Albert's familiar scent filled her nose.
Yvette was a bit rigid. "What are you doing here again?"
"To walk you upstairs." Afraid she might overthink, he added, "I was indeed rough in this aspect before. I'll change in the future."
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