Chapter 411 Yvette Did Not Return All Night
Yvette tilted her head, her voice small and muffled. "He didn't even care about my life."
Albert returned home, the empty living room illuminated only by the faint moonlight, filled with an unusual silence.
He glanced at his expensive watch on his wrist; it was already eleven o'clock.
The air still held a faint trace of Yvette's scent, but she was not here, adding to the coldness of the space.
Albert strode to the master bedroom and lightly knocked on the tightly closed door. With no response, only the hollow sound of knocking echoed back.
Turning the doorknob, he found the room empty. Furrowing his brows, he turned to the guest bedroom, where he pushed the door open and saw, in the dim moonlight, the peaceful faces of his two sleeping children.
The children had been put to sleep by the servants, but Yvette was not at home.
Albert squinted, a sharp light emanating from his deep gaze. He paused, his thin lips tightly pressed together. These past few days, his mind kept flashing back to David, smugly wearing that tie.
He didn't know how to face Yvette, so he chose not to, immersing himself in work.
Until he remembered Doyle's words, ''It was hard to get her back, don't lose her again.''
He wanted to clear things up, at least not lose her again due to a misunderstanding, so he came back.
Just then, the servant Beatrice, wrapped in a coat, came out of her room, hearing the commotion.
Beatrice, still sleepy, said, "Mr. Valdemar, you're back. Do you need me to prepare some supper for you?"
"No need," Albert said in a deep voice. "Where is Yvette?"
Beatrice replied, "Mrs. Valdemar went out in the morning and hasn't come back. But she has been calling to instruct us to take care of BoBo and CiCi."
Albert's brows furrowed tightly. He took a deep breath and asked Beatrice, "Where did she put the things she bought from the mall last time?"
"I put them back in Mrs. Valdemar's room. She said she would organize them herself, so I didn't touch them," Beatrice said nervously. "Is something missing, Mr. Valdemar?"
Albert thought for a moment. "It's nothing."
Albert returned to the master bedroom and opened the closet, hoping to find that tie.
As long as he could find that tie, he could confirm that the one David had wasn't from Yvette.
David's claim that "his wife and kids" picked it out was surely just to provoke him.
Albert searched carefully, not missing any corner of the room or the closet.
After searching everywhere for the tie, Albert still couldn't find it. His brows furrowed tightly, the last glimmer of hope in his deep eyes gradually replaced by anger.
He couldn't find the tie, just as he couldn't find the direction of this relationship or where Yvette's heart truly lay. A flash of intense anger crossed his eyes. Yvette, along with that tie, had disappeared from this home.
Albert's face darkened as he sat back on the sofa, not calling Yvette, just waiting with a grim expression.
Time passed by slowly, but the closed door never opened with Yvette's return.
Sylvia's house was littered with empty wine bottles and clutter around the sofa. The air was filled with a faint mix of alcohol and incense. An entire bottle of incense had burned out, leaving only a short wick in the center.
Yvette and Sylvia each slept on one side of the sofa, their faces flushed, clearly having drunk a lot.
Seemingly well-rested, Yvette moved slightly, her tightly closed eyes gradually opening.
The morning sunlight streamed in, and as soon as Yvette opened her eyes, the direct sunlight made her close them again.
The dizziness from the hangover and the fatigue hit her instantly, making Yvette groan softly in discomfort.
Next to her, Sylvia also slowly woke up, her hair a mess like a bird's nest. She sat up slowly, looking at Yvette in confusion, her mind still foggy.
"Yvette?" Sylvia was shocked for a moment, then suddenly remembered what happened yesterday. "I caught you yesterday."
Yvette, though her head was throbbing and she felt terrible, was amused by Sylvia's words and laughed.
She said with a hint of helplessness, "Yes, you caught me."
Sylvia's face twisted in frustration as she ran her hand through her messy hair. "So what did we do last night? What did we talk about? I can't remember anything."
"Well." Yvette tapped her temple, but like Sylvia, she couldn't recall anything. "We probably talked a lot, but my mind is blank right now."
Sylvia was extremely annoyed. "You drank a lot last night, you must have spilled a lot of gossip. And I, being so useless, got myself drunk too! Now all the useful information is gone, forgotten completely!"
Sylvia frowned, trying hard to remember what happened last night, muttering to herself.
"Strange, what did we talk about last night?" Sylvia looked puzzled. "I feel like I had a lot to ask you. I wonder if I did a good job getting you drunk and got all the answers."
Watching Sylvia seriously trying to recall, Yvette couldn't help but laugh.
Sylvia looked up, and they made eye contact. The sunlight streamed through the window, casting a golden glow on their faces as they both laughed foolishly.
Sylvia stretched lazily. "Oh well, even if I don't remember, you'll tell me again slowly in the future. Since you're back and we've made up, we have plenty of time."
Though the memories of last night were blurry, Sylvia knew that she and Yvette were just like before.
Hearing the word "made up," Yvette vaguely remembered something but couldn't clearly recall what they talked about last night.
"Of course." Yvette nodded. "As long as you ask, I'll tell you everything."
"Good, that's all I need to hear!" Sylvia smiled as she got up, still feeling the effects of the hangover, walking unsteadily as if on a cloud.
"Yvette, I'll make us some honey water to sober up." Sylvia coughed lightly. "Good thing I have the day off today, otherwise, how could I go save lives in this state!"
As Sylvia made the honey water with warm water, she looked up and said, "But being a wealthy wife is pretty nice. Look at your husband Albert, with his big house and many servants, you don't even have to take care of the kids..."
Yvette's body stiffened.
It's daylight, and she didn't come home all night?
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