Chapter 384 Yvette Can't Enjoy Sex
The sun was shining brightly outside, making it a perfect time to bask in the sun.
Yvette pushed Albert downstairs and realized that other patients and their families seemed to have the same idea.
A gentle breeze lifted Yvette's long hair, blowing loose strands onto her cheeks. She tidied her hair and found a suitable place to stop.
The sun was warm, making people feel comfortable and relaxed.
Yvette looked down and saw that Albert was sweating a bit. She took out a few tissues, intending to wipe him.
Albert frowned and turned his head away. "No need."
In the past two days, Yvette, for some reason, seemed to have relaxed her guard around him and naturally engaged in physical contact with him. Whether it was wiping his body or helping him change positions, she did it very naturally.
This was torturous for Albert. His soft and fragrant wife was so close, her delicate hands moving on his body without realizing it, yet he could do nothing.
Because what he needed to do required her cooperation, or he would have to use his legs.
But his current persona was that of a patient with paralyzed lower limbs.
For this reason, Albert was somewhat resistant to her touch.
Yvette was not annoyed by the rejection, thinking he was still throwing a tantrum due to discomfort, and coaxed him. "If you don't wipe the sweat, what if you catch a cold?"
Yvette wrapped one arm around his neck, moved closer to him, and raised her hand to wipe his sweat. "Don't move, be good."
Hearing her gentle tone, like coaxing a child, Albert's muscles tensed even more, but he didn't resist anymore, letting Yvette gently wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Yvette leaned down. "I'll go get you some water."
"Okay." Albert looked back and saw Yvette walking away, finally relaxing a bit.
After a while, Albert frowned, feeling the sun getting hotter and his body heating up. He checked his watch and realized Yvette had been gone for over ten minutes. Looking up at the sun, he maneuvered his wheelchair to find her.
Yvette was standing in a corner, holding two bottles of water she had just bought from the hospital convenience store.
Her hand gripping the water bottle was slightly pale, and her face was tense.
A few people around the corner were chatting enthusiastically about gossip, completely unaware that Yvette was listening nearby.
"Did you see Mr. Valdemar and his wife just now? He doesn't even let her touch him anymore!"
"That's normal, right? Mr. Valdemar may still have money, but he's not functional in that area anymore. Of course, he doesn't want his wife to touch him! Men who are impotent tend to have a bit of a temper!"
"I also heard from Yosef that Mr. Valdemar always has male nurses around and won't let his wife help him bathe."
"His wife is really pitiful, so beautiful, and now she not only has to take care of a patient but also can't enjoy a sex life."
"She's rich! Does she need your pity?"
"Exactly, if you pity her so much, why don't you give her some toys?"
A few of the Valdemar family's servants were gathered, saying unpleasant things. And hearing these words were not only Yvette but also Albert. As Albert maneuvered his wheelchair to find Yvette, he overheard the comments about him before turning the corner.
They said he was "not functional in that area," "impotent," and that Yvette "couldn't enjoy a sex life."
Albert's face darkened, remembering the faces of these people, but he didn't plan to reprimand them on the spot.
After all, he knew whether he was functional or not, and he didn't need these people to say it.
His eyes were cold, and he was about to turn his wheelchair and leave when Yvette's clear voice rang out. "Are you done talking? Is it my turn to speak now?"
Yvette's voice was not loud but firm. "Albert may be temporarily unable to stand, but he is still the head of the Valdemar family, and it's not your place to discuss these things."
Albert paused in his movement to leave and looked up, gazing from a distance.
Yvette stood sideways to him, standing in the sunlight, her back straight, frowning at those people. The sunlight seemed to cast a faint halo around her, making Albert feel a bit dazed for a moment.
Yvette's expression was serious; at this moment, she was not just Yvette but Albert's wife.
The gossiping servants turned pale with fear, almost kneeling before Yvette.
"Sorry, Mrs. Valdemar, we didn't mean it!"
"Please forgive us, it's our fault for gossiping about Mr. Valdemar!"
"Mrs. Valdemar, we're sorry!"
The servants' voices overlapped, making it hard for Yvette to hear clearly, and she didn't want to listen.
She swept her cold gaze over the servants, her sharp eyes making them shrink back. "You don't need to apologize to me."
Yvette's words made the servants feel relieved, exchanging grateful glances.
But Yvette curled her lips into a cold smile and changed her tone. "You don't need to stay in the Valdemar family anymore. We don't tolerate people who gossip."
Yvette's merciless dismissal made the servants' faces change.
They had worked in the Valdemar family for many years, even if they were only doing minor tasks and were sent to the hospital to keep watch, they were still old employees, which made them bold enough to gossip.
But who knew that a few casual gossip words would lead to dismissal.
One of the servants, feeling indignant, said, "Mrs. Valdemar, we were wrong to gossip, but we've worked in the Valdemar family for so many years, even if we haven't made great contributions, we've worked hard. You can't just fire us for a few words of gossip!"
Her words sparked the same reaction from the others.
"Mrs. Valdemar, we apologize, but you can't fire us."
"Besides, we were brought into the Valdemar family by Mrs. Cheryl Valdemar..."
Before the servant could finish, Yvette already understood the implication.
They were brought into the Valdemar family by Cheryl, so even if they made a mistake, it should be Cheryl who dealt with it, and Yvette had no right to fire them.
Yvette's face turned cold. "Are you saying I have no right to fire you?"
The servants exchanged glances but didn't refute, tacitly agreeing with Yvette's words.
She sneered and was about to speak when a cold, deep voice suddenly came from the side. "She has no right?"
Yvette was stunned and turned to look at the voice, seeing Albert sitting in his wheelchair.
His eyebrows were stern, and his facial features were sharp and defined.
Albert's thin lips were tightly pressed, his whole face looking cold and indifferent. His eyes narrowed slightly, with a dangerous and deep light in them, exuding an aura of authority.
Albert said coldly, "Do I have the right?"
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