Chapter 391 The Wife's Duty
Yvette suddenly turned on the showerhead, pretending not to hear his words.
Albert's voice was hidden in the sound of the shower.
Albert noticed Yvette's little action but wasn't annoyed. He just curled his lips slightly, gave her a meaningful look at her uneasy back, and then turned and left.
Yvette showered very slowly.
Albert sat on the bed, listening to the water in the bathroom turning on and off. His gaze fixed on the closed bathroom door, his thin lips pressed together.
Yvette sneezed, and only then did she have to dry off and put on her pajamas.
She sat at the dressing table, blow-drying her hair in front of the mirror. Her long hair dripped water, which fell onto her pants and slightly soaked them.
Behind her was Albert's intense gaze. Yvette's movements while blow-drying her hair were clumsy, showing her unease.
Yvette forced herself to endure the discomfort until her hair was dry and fluffy, but she still didn't stop.
It wasn't until Albert strode over, took the hairdryer from her hand, and gently combed her hair with his distinct fingers.
Albert paused, realizing Yvette's resistance. "It's already dry."
A trace of panic flashed in Yvette's eyes. "It needs to be fluffier."
Her words made Albert a bit dissatisfied. He directly turned off the hairdryer and reached out to hug her. "I said it's dry, so it's dry."
Yvette's breath hitched, and she quickly pushed him away. "I can walk by myself!"
Albert asked, "Can't even hug?"
Yvette's expression flickered. "Your leg."
Albert chuckled lightly. "Seems like you still care about me."
Albert didn't insist any further, and the two walked to the bed one after the other.
Yvette pulled the quilt over herself, lying with her back to Albert, looking defensive. "It's late, I'll sleep first."
Yvette clutched the quilt tightly. Suddenly, she heard a light laugh behind her.
The next moment, before she could react, a dark shadow had already covered her eyes.
Yvette's whole body stiffened, she turned her head away, and raised her hand to grasp the misbehaving hand. "Your leg still needs rest, you should go to sleep early."
Albert's movements stopped, but his hand remained on her breast. He looked down at her, his deep eyes hiding an unfathomable vortex. "Do you plan to keep using my leg injury as an excuse? How long do you think you can delay?"
Yvette could hear the dissatisfaction in Albert's tone.
She thought for a moment, then spoke again with little confidence, "I can accept you staying over, but to do that in a house with children... I think I need more time."
Yvette's voice carried an almost imperceptible tremor. She spoke cautiously, completely different from the Yvette who could leave at a moment's notice earlier today.
She quietly waited for Albert's response. Seeing that he didn't make any further moves, she gently pushed him off her, propped herself up, and turned off the room's light.
The entire room instantly plunged into darkness. In the silent night, in the vast space, Yvette could only hear Albert's rhythmic breathing.
Yvette lay on her back, staring at the invisible ceiling, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
She slowly closed her eyes, just about to fall asleep when Albert's deep voice reached her ears. "Yvette, I'll respect you tonight."
Yvette bit her lip lightly, not responding. Her arm touched Albert's, and she could clearly feel the slight tremor of his body as he spoke.
Albert said, "You don't want to tonight, I won't force you. But you need to know, we can't always be like this. I'm a normal man, with normal needs."
The room was filled with an unbearable silence.
Yvette blinked, a trace of helplessness flashing in her eyes in the darkness.
Albert's voice grew hoarser. "Yvette, I've waited for you for four years. Now that I have you back, I can't hold back for long. I hope you understand, this is your duty as a wife."
Yvette's lips moved slightly, but she couldn't find the words to refute.
She hadn't expected that Albert had been waiting for her all these years, remaining celibate.
For Albert, with his status and position, finding a woman to sleep with would be incredibly easy. The whole world believed Yvette was "dead," yet he hadn't sought out another woman to relieve his desires.
What if she had truly died?
Could he suppress his desires for a lifetime?
Lost in thought, Yvette didn't realize that Albert had noticed her lessened resistance.
He held Yvette, but didn't make any rash moves.
In the dark room, Albert thought Yvette would resist.
But to his surprise, Yvette lay there obediently, seemingly accepting what might happen next.
Albert realized Yvette was no longer resisting and became instantly delighted.
Yvette felt like she was drifting on the sea, clinging to the only piece of driftwood.
The waves crashed over and over, and Yvette bit her lip hard, not letting herself make any sound.
Tonight, Albert seemed particularly excited. The effect of hormones made him seem oblivious to the pain in his leg.
Yvette was forced to endure it, not knowing how long it took for everything to finally calm down.
Yvette lay exhausted on the bed, her breathing rapid yet weak.
The discomfort in her body made Yvette move slightly in extreme discomfort, but she could only feel waves of soreness all over.
Sleepiness overcame her, and Yvette couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep.
In her sleep, she could feel a warm towel tending to her, but she had already sunk into her dreams.
The night was deep and silent.
Yvette sat quietly by the bed, taking a bottle of medicine from the drawer of the bedside table.
She carefully poured out a pill from the bottle, trying not to make any sound.
The water in the bedside cup had cooled, but Yvette didn't care.
Yvette put the pill in her mouth and swallowed it with the water from the cup.
Waking up in the middle of the night, Yvette realized that the area beneath her had been cleaned, but she still felt scared by his dangerous behavior.
Recently, her relationship with Albert seemed like a twisted rope, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't straighten it out.
They both desperately wanted to smooth out their relationship, but something always felt wrong, and she didn't know how to handle it.
The only thing she knew was that they shouldn't have a child right now.
Yvette drank the water in the cup in one gulp. Just as she was about to put the medicine bottle back in the drawer, the bedside lamp suddenly turned on.
Before she could react, the medicine bottle in her hand was snatched away.
She looked up, meeting Albert's cold and stern gaze.
He glanced at the medicine bottle, his voice icy. "Yvette, what medicine are you taking?"
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