Chapter 427 Let Go of Me, Albert
Yvette was pressed tightly against the headboard, with nowhere left to go.
She looked at Albert, panic flickering in her eyes. His eyes were bloodshot from the booze as he moved closer.
Yvette's hands were clenched so tightly her knuckles were turning blue.
As Albert's lips got closer, Yvette bit her lip and decided to meet him halfway. She pressed her soft lips against his jawline.
Albert's eyes widened in surprise, but then he grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her.
The kiss was filled with the intoxicating scent of alcohol, creating a strange allure between them.
Yvette's heart raced, and she could almost predict what would happen next. She knew she had to stay calm and not let him see her true thoughts.
When the kiss ended, both of them were slightly out of breath.
Yvette parted her reddened lips and whispered, "I wasn't trying to threaten you. I just can't eat."
She forced a smile, fragile like morning frost, ready to shatter at any moment.
She got up from his embrace and reached to undo his tie. "You must be tired from all the socializing. You should wash up and rest early."
Yvette tried to keep her voice steady, but she couldn't hide the tremor in her heart.
Albert didn't say anything; he just watched her intently. He watched as she placed his tie on the nightstand, unbuttoned his shirt one by one, and reached for his belt...
The moment Yvette's hand touched his belt, her slender wrist was caught in his grasp.
Yvette looked up at him, puzzled.
Albert's voice was low and hoarse from the alcohol. "I'll do it myself."
His expression was cold, his voice icy. He released Yvette's hand and headed to the bathroom.
Albert stood in the bathroom, letting the cold water hit his body. His skin tightened under the cold spray, and his chiseled face was devoid of expression.
After his shower, Albert turned off the water and grabbed a towel to dry himself when the bathroom door suddenly opened.
Yvette placed his clean clothes down and turned to leave.
Her figure seemed frail, as if she might collapse at any moment.
Yvette lay on the bed, her attention entirely on the bathroom door behind her.
Albert had confined her again, not allowing her to leave the mansion, not even letting Sylvia visit her. His stance was clear.
However, their relationship had long spiraled out of control. Everything was tangled like a knotted rope, impossible to unravel.
Yvette felt a sense of despair, yet she had no solution.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and Yvette's body tensed, clutching the corner of the blanket tightly.
Albert's footsteps approached from behind, and Yvette felt the bed dip slightly. The next second, she was enveloped by a cool body from behind.
Yvette turned to look up at him. "Finished?"
"Yeah," Albert replied in a deep voice.
Yvette could still smell the alcohol on his breath. She lowered her voice, "Then let's get some rest."
She thought for a moment and asked, "When are we heading back to Luken?"
Albert looked down at her, his eyes giving nothing away. "Do you want to go back?"
"No," Yvette replied. "I just wanted to know when we're going back. I'll follow your lead."
Yvette tried to appear compliant, not wanting to provoke Albert any further.
But after she spoke, Albert didn't respond right away. He just stared at her, his gaze sharp and penetrating.
Yvette felt uneasy under his scrutiny and turned her head to avoid his eyes.
"Yvette," Albert said coldly. "Can you really follow my lead?"
He scoffed at her words. "If you could follow my lead, we wouldn't be in this mess."
Yvette was stunned.
Albert raised his hand, gripping her delicate chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.
"What are you really trying to say?"
Albert's voice was icy, like the chill of winter, piercing to the bone.
Yvette's eyes began to flicker. Her earlier words were full of flaws, easily exposed by Albert's sharp questioning. When she faced his interrogation, any response seemed weak and powerless.
Her expression was fully captured by Albert, who curled his lips into a mocking smile. "You served me, hoping I'd let you go, didn't you?"
Yvette's face turned pale instantly.
She could no longer maintain her facade. Her eyes turned cold and hard. "Shouldn't you let me go? Albert, I'm a living person, not a dog you keep at home!"
"Dogs are loyal," Albert sneered. "They don't pretend to serve to avoid punishment."
Yvette's lips grew paler. She shook her head, trying to break free from his grip, but his hand held her chin like iron.
"Let go of me, Albert!" Yvette's voice was filled with anger and frustration. "I haven't done anything wrong, and I don't need your punishment!"
Albert's cold and menacing aura made Yvette both angry and scared. She instinctively tried to get up and escape the pressure.
Albert's gaze grew colder. He grabbed Yvette's wrist and pinned her down.
"Yvette, how dare you say you haven't done anything wrong?" Albert pressed closer. "Are lies that easy for you?"
"Don't touch me!" Yvette struggled.
Albert caught both of Yvette's wrists with one hand and grabbed the tie she had taken off him from the nightstand. In a few swift moves, he tied her slender wrists together.
Yvette struggled wildly, but it only resulted in her wrists burning with pain and turning red.
Albert tied Yvette's hands to the bedpost and used his knees to pin down her kicking legs.
Yvette's nightgown rode up, the straps slipping off her shoulders, revealing her delicate collarbones. Her beauty was on full display.
At that moment, Yvette looked like a flower waiting to be plucked, stimulating Albert's senses.
His eyes, red with anger, now held a hint of uncontrollable emotion.
Albert kissed Yvette's lips with a fury, almost stealing all the oxygen from her lungs.
Before it even began, Yvette felt like she was about to break.
A rough, beast-like growl sounded in her ear.
"Why do you treat me like this? Huh?"
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