Chapter 37 Unprecedented Passion Unleashed
Albert looked at Yvette, his expression one of shock, and after a moment, his brow furrowed.
"Yvette," he uttered her name, his voice soft but icy, questioning, "What do you mean?"
"It's exactly what you think it means."
Yvette's hand rested on the car window, her gaze fixed outside throughout. She didn't want him to see how vulnerable she looked at that moment.
Albert became serious. Despite his usual reluctance to explain himself, he still said, "I didn't know she would be there today; I just wanted to book a nicer restaurant through a friend."
Yvette thought for a moment and said, "It doesn't matter now. We were wrong from the start; marrying for the child was too challenging for you, I know. Nothing in this current life is you desire. I am sorry, I only thought of my child at the beginning, not considering you."
Yvette articulated it calmly. Albert's hand on the steering wheel tightened, and he turned his head slightly to glance at her as if by happenstance. It was a fleeting moment before he returned his gaze forward once more.
"The child in your belly, does it not exist anymore?" His voice was slightly deep, his expression cold.
Mentioning the child, Yvette clenched her hands. She opened her lips, her voice low.
"I'll handle this myself. I won't trouble you."
Albert gave her a cold look, his eyes slowly freezing over.
He laughed coldly, "Suit yourself."
That was the last thing he said to Yvette.
Albert left, and Yvette was unsure if the two of them had truly reached an agreement in the end.
Was his departure an acceptance of her proposal?
It must be, right? It should be.
She had to admit she was being hypocritical.
Although she was stating the end to him, deep down, she found herself surprisingly hoping for his opposition to her views.
Only when two people are in love can a woman test a man's tolerance for her by making concessions.
'Who am I?'
‘Hearing me say those things, he should feel relieved, right? He never wanted me or the child. He was just cooperating with me out of responsibility. I have no right to blame him; it's all my fault.'
As these thoughts filled her mind, Yvette's heart began to ache slowly. The long-hidden sadness surged up instantly, and she couldn't suppress it. She let the sadness spread through her body. She bit her teeth tightly, not making any sound, not even a breath. Only the tears at the corners of her eyes silently slid down her face. She raised her hand to wipe them away quietly, but her eyes were already blurred, and her eye sockets were constantly filled with tears that she couldn't wipe away.
Two years ago, she humiliated herself in this way as well.
At that time, she was still clear about her relationship with Albert, and Yvette was very conflicted. Although they didn't usually have much contact, Albert would always use Instagram to reach out to her when he wasn't flying.
They were just daily questions, like asking what time she got off work or if she was free, but the frequency made it seem like they were a couple.
He never hid his desires. For a while, he was very obsessed with making love. He frequently invited Yvette, causing her to lose herself multiple times and develop inappropriate illusions.
Yvette still remembered that day vividly.
She saw an article on Instagram introducing a traditional dessert from New York City. It was crystal clear and soft, and she thought it was cute, so she shared the article and told Sylvia she wanted to try it with her.
That night, while Yvette was still on duty, Albert came in through the office door.
His eyes were a bit red, and his face was full of fatigue.
A paper bag was placed on Yvette's desk, and she saw the New York City logo on it, making her mind go blank.
Albert took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, and held it between his lips. Seeing Yvette staring at him blankly, he lifted his chin. "Open it and eat."
Yvette didn't move. She just glanced at the paper bag, clenched her fists, and deliberately asked, "What's this?"
"I happened to fly to New York today."
He didn't explain much, but Yvette roughly knew his work schedule. He had flown four times that day, and it was already early morning when he returned. He must have been very tired.
The nearest place to buy the dessert from New York City's airport was over twenty miles away, yet he went to buy it just because she shared an Instagram post.
It moved Yvette more than any sweet words could.
She looked up in surprise. Albert's fingers held the cigarette, which was slowly burning. He looked at her face through the smoke, and his faint smile almost overwhelmed her.
"I'm leaving."
Before Yvette could say anything, he had already turned and left.
Albert was never the expressive type, yet he made Yvette willing to give everything for him.
As she watched him depart, her heart raced incessantly, and the actions Albert took for her made her increasingly unable to think clearly.
Greed coursed through her veins, and the deeply buried desire in her heart seemed ready to explode.
She wanted to stay by Albert's side; she loved Albert.
That weekend, Yvette didn't go home and declined Sylvia's invitation.
She wanted to make an effort for herself; she wasn't satisfied with just being a woman in the dark.
She and Albert silently found a room.
Albert hadn't even put the room card into the power slot when Yvette clung to him like a vine.
He instinctively held her.
In the darkness, only their heavy breathing echoed in the room.
That sound could make one's cheeks flush.
It was an unprecedented passion between them. Yvette hooked her arms around his neck, her hot lips sucking on his, gradually moving to his jaw, earlobe, Adam's apple, and every part that could arouse his desire.
Until Albert fiercely picked her up and threw her onto the bed.
Everything about her had grown with him. Most of the time, he took the lead. That night, she kept trying to seduce him, but she was very inexperienced, like a fledgling eagle on its first flight. Yet it was precisely her inexperience that had a poisonous allure.
He pressed down on Yvette, unable to control himself any longer, not caring if he would hurt her.
They indulged themselves, controlled by primal desire.
When everything ended, it was already late at night.
The city was no longer noisy, so quiet that they could hear each other's heartbeat.
Yvette could feel that Albert was pleased, so she boldly wrapped her arms around his firm waist, resting her head on his chest. This posture was intimate.
In her eyes shimmered a light, reflective of her anticipation, as if she was staking everything on a gamble.
"Do you have time next Saturday? Come have a meal with my friends." Her voice was hoarse from the lovemaking, and she spoke nervously and shyly, "We once agreed that if we had a boyfriend, we would let the other meet him first."
