Chapter 39 You're Really Despicable

Albert, tall, young, and strong, made Jone aware that he was no match for him. Fearing this, Jone took a step back and departed.

Before leaving, perhaps feeling ashamed, he shot Yvette a fierce look.

Albert pretended to approach, startling him and causing him to flee quickly.

Watching him retreat, Yvette couldn't help but laugh.

The onlookers dispersed, leaving Yvette and Albert on a secluded roadside.

Albert stood there, his superior height and handsome face drawing the attention of passersby. He took out a lighter, shielding it from the wind with one hand and igniting it with the other. Tilting his head, Albert brought the cigarette close to the flame, his movements skilled, his expression casual yet charming. He appeared nonchalant but oozed charisma, giving off an air as if he were a character from a movie.

"How are you getting back?" he mumbled, the smoke moving up and down as he paused, then asked, "Shall I take you to the station?"

Yvette felt tormented. He was right in front of her, yet not hers. She had taken so many years to get this close to him, and she was unwilling to leave him.

Her rationality began to crumble. She had to admit that at that moment, she was once again humiliating herself.

She lifted her head and asked softly, "Are you in a hurry to go back?"

Albert hesitated as he moved the cigarette between his lips. After a moment, he casually glanced at her, looking somewhat weary. His slightly narrowed eyes in the smoke made him even more handsome.

"Do you understand the implications of the choice you're making?"

The meaning of this question was clear to both of them.

Yvette clenched her fists and finally nodded decisively.

"Yes."

Only a sliver of light filtered in through the crack in the curtains, and it was extremely faint. The entire room was silent and dim, allowing one to see only the outlines of the hotel furnishings. Everything was hushed, with only the beating of hearts audible.

Their primal attraction was overwhelming and beyond words, like a sudden storm sweeping over them. Labored breaths and warm whispers brushed against Yvette's ear as Albert leaned in to kiss her lips, gradually deepening the tender and fiery kiss.

His kisses rendered her entire body weak, causing her to part her lips, allowing his fervor to intensify instinctively. They embraced in the darkness, their bodies pressed tightly against each other, sending shivers down their spines. Albert seemed somewhat out of control as if wanting to consume her whole.

Time seemed to stand still, with everything around them quiet and ethereal, only his presence rendering Yvette unable to resist. In the darkness, she felt her eyes growing increasingly moist, instinctively wanting to hold onto him tighter and tighter.

Her face buried in his neck.

Feeling the tears on his neck, he paused and raised his hand to stroke her hair, his voice slightly hoarse.

His tenderness, typically only exhibited in bed, made Yvette feel even more aggrieved. Tears kept slipping from her eyes as she choked out, after a long pause, "It hurts."

Hearing her response, he exhaled in relief, then gently kissed her forehead. "I'll be gentle."

His compassion and gentleness quickly allowed her desires to overwhelm rationality once again. Hooking her arms around his neck, she found herself powerless to do anything but surrender to him completely.

After that, they tacitly agreed never to define their relationship again, and Yvette also stopped thinking about the future. She thought, 'When he loses interest in her body, their relationship will naturally come to an end.'

Two years passed, perhaps because Violet had never returned home, and they somehow managed to pass two years like this.

At times, Yvette wondered why he hadn't found someone else; maybe she held some significance for him. But she quickly stifled such thoughts.

The sudden arrival of the baby changed their relationship and reignited her delusions. 'The same mistake, why would I make it a second time? Why would I humiliate myself a second time?'

She cursed herself in her mind. 'Yvette, you're really despicable.'

When Yvette returned home, Wayne, Zora, and Kyle were already asleep, leaving only Lassie watching TV in the living room.

Seeing Yvette return, Lassie immediately frowned. "How come you're back?"

Yvette lowered her head, her voice tinged with a barely perceptible sense of dejection. "If I'm not going home, where else can I go?"

"Albert's back; you must be going back with him," Lassie remarked.

Yvette chuckled self-deprecatingly. 'Go back where? He has never invited me to his place.'

"He has training again tomorrow," Yvette finally said.

Feeling exhausted, Yvette changed her shoes and prepared to retreat to her room. Despite this, Lassie continued to trail behind her, nagging persistently.

"Where did you two go later? Is he still treating you well? Did you ask about that woman?" Lassie inquired.

As Yvette gripped the doorknob, she remained silent for a moment before saying, "In the future, you don't have to worry about these things."

"What do you mean? Did you guys argue? Was it about that woman? You're not too angry, are you? I think Albert is not bad. You shouldn't be mad at him all the time," Lassie pressed.

At Lassie's remarks, Yvette's pent-up emotions erupted. "All these demands were from you. Didn't you tell me that he doesn't respect me, that I should divorce and abort the child?"

Lassie lightly hit Yvette's arm. "I was just pretending! If he can give me $100,000, it proves that his family in Luken is definitely not ordinary. Don't be naive, Yvette! You're already pregnant. You can't really divorce him. Your relationship will improve as you spend more time together."

Observing Lassie's demeanor, Yvette realized it was futile to continue the conversation.

"I'm going to my room," Yvette stated.

Concerned, Lassie grabbed Yvette's arm, whispering, "After three months, the baby will stabilize. You shouldn't stay at home then, go back with him. You also need to satisfy his desires appropriately..."

As Lassie began to advise Yvette on how to keep Albert with her using her body, Yvette's face flushed with embarrassment and shame, making it unbearable for her to listen.

"Shut up," Yvette interrupted Lassie. "I'm tired. I'm going to take a shower and go to bed!"

Witnessing Yvette's anger, Lassie angrily shouted, "Do whatever you want! You're giving your husband to another woman! I've accepted the gifts, so don't expect to get him back!"

"Whatever." Yvette gave up on communicating with her.

Half an hour later, with her hair still not dry, Yvette got into bed.
There were several messages on her phone.
Violet: [Can we meet up?]
Victor: [Yvette, can you give me a call?]
Since the first two messages were from a while ago, Yvette didn't feel like responding and simply closed them.
The most recent message was from Sylvia.
Sylvia: [Are you okay, Yvette?]
Seeing Sylvia's inquiry, Yvette felt puzzled and replied: [Why ask all of a sudden?]
'Could friends who have been together for a long time sense each other's emotions? Did Sylvia sense my low spirits today?'
After a while, Sylvia sent another message: [Victor called me.]
Upon seeing Victor's name, Yvette was taken aback, and she immediately understood what Sylvia was inquiring about.
Reflecting on everything that had happened today, a deep sense of helplessness once again flooded her heart.
Taking a deep breath, she typed: [Why did Victor call you?]
Sylvia: [Violet wants to meet you.]