Chapter 461 "Your Husband Is Here, So I Won't Disturb You"
Yvette was even more bewildered by Albert's tone and words—he wasn't speaking like a man addressing a woman he was intimate with.
Could there be some misunderstanding? But she had clearly heard them together in the same hotel room.
Her thoughts tangled like knotted rope, her mind too chaotic to think clearly.
Unlike Yvette's surprise, Violet seemed accustomed to Albert's coldness.
"Why so hostile?" she shrugged casually. "We were classmates, after all."
Albert's gaze was glacial. "Then act like a classmate and keep your distance."
Without another glance at Violet, he guided Yvette toward the main hall, his arm around her waist.
Yvette glanced back instinctively and caught Violet staring at her with chilling hostility. She also noticed something startling—Violet, who should have been heavily pregnant, had a completely flat stomach.
In the main hall, businessmen in tailored suits gathered around them as they entered.
Albert noticed Yvette staring absently at the floor, lost in thought.
"Are you feeling unwell?" he asked quietly.
Yvette nodded, clearly distracted. "Yes, I need to rest for a moment."
Before Albert could respond, Vincent approached them.
"Mr. Valdemar, Mr. Turner requests your presence," Vincent said.
Albert's expression darkened. "Again?"
"It's about the project," Vincent explained apologetically. "It would be best if you joined him."
Albert glanced at Yvette. "Go rest, then."
"Yes, go ahead," she replied, visibly relieved.
As Albert walked away, Yvette's gaze sharpened. She would question him when they got home.
Wherever Albert went, he commanded attention—and by extension, so did his wife. Several society women approached Yvette as she sat alone, attempting conversation. Uncomfortable with the attention, she excused herself and left the hall.
Wrapped in the shawl Albert had provided, she stepped outside for fresh air.
Suddenly, a shadow fell over her. She looked up to find Clifford standing there.
"Hi," he greeted her.
This was their first meeting since his confession in the Hayes family lounge.
"How have you been?" he asked awkwardly.
Standing before him, Yvette looked ethereal, her loose hair framing her delicate features as the cool breeze pressed strands against her skin.
Her expression hardened. she said coldly, "I thought I made myself clear last time."
Clifford tensed. "Yes..."
"Then why did you send me that scarf and hot milk through Seraphina?"
Her eyes were piercing, her face devoid of warmth.
"It was so cold that day, and you were dressed too lightly," Clifford explained, his voice rough with emotion. "I was afraid you'd refuse if I gave them to you directly. I asked Seraphina not to tell you they were from me."
Yvette looked at him directly. "I have a husband. Why would I need scarves from other men? I don't need another man's care or attention. Please behave yourself."
Clifford's expression shifted, but he couldn't bring himself to criticize her husband to her face.
Seeing his look, Yvette took a deep breath. "If you persist with these inappropriate gestures because of your misplaced feelings, I'll discuss with my husband about transferring BoBo and CiCi to another school."
Her voice carried unwavering determination.
He pressed his lips together apologetically. "I'm sorry for troubling you. I truly meant no harm. I only came to speak with you today because Professor Wallace mentioned you're a doctor."
"Professor Wallace?" Yvette frowned.
"Yes, Marcus," Clifford explained earnestly. "I'm a doctor too, though family circumstances have temporarily pulled me into the family business. I just wanted—"
"Mr. Hayes," Yvette interrupted coldly, "your affairs don't concern me, and I have no interest in knowing about them."
Neither noticed Violet watching them from a distance, her expression calculating.
Meanwhile, Willie had been using project discussions as a pretext to talk about his daughter with Albert.
Checking his watch, Albert realized he'd left Yvette alone for over fifteen minutes. His patience had run out.
He caught Vincent's eye, signaling him.
Vincent reluctantly turned away and called Albert's phone.
When it rang, Albert nodded to Willie. "Excuse me, I need to take this."
Without waiting for a response, he strode away.
Returning to the main hall, he couldn't find Yvette anywhere until he spotted a familiar figure outside.
His eyes darkened.
Stung by Yvette's cold rejection, Clifford's face tightened. "I'm truly sorry. If you don't want to see me, I'll try not to—"
He stopped mid-sentence, noticing a man approaching them with purposeful strides and a dangerous glint in his eyes.
The intimidating presence made Clifford frown.
Since Yvette had made herself clear, he didn't want to cause her any trouble.
"Your husband is coming," Clifford warned, nodding behind her. "I should go."
Yvette's expression immediately tensed.
Clifford glanced briefly at Albert, then turned to leave.
He had only taken two steps when Albert's cold voice stopped him, "One moment, Mr. Hayes."
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