Chapter 462 Yvette, Is This Jealousy?
From a distance, Albert spotted Yvette with Clifford.
They stood face to face, with Yvette's back toward Albert. He couldn't see her expression, but he noticed Clifford glance his way before turning to leave.
'Walking away so soon? How boring,' Albert thought with a cold smirk as he strode directly toward them.
Before he could say anything, Yvette turned around. Her face registered shock—exactly like a wife caught with a lover by her husband.
Albert's presence was intimidating, his gaze toward Clifford both dominant and hostile.
"Wait, Mr. Hayes," he called out, stopping beside Yvette.
In one swift motion, Albert grabbed Yvette's arm and pulled her against him. Caught off guard, she collided with his solid chest, momentarily dazed.
Clifford turned back, his thick eyebrows furrowing at Albert's rough handling.
He didn't want to cause Yvette any trouble.
Gritting his teeth, Clifford wanted to walk away, but his eyes betrayed concern for Yvette.
"Something you need, Mr. Valdemar?" he asked.
Clifford hadn't expected Albert to call him back, but he wouldn't leave now. When their eyes met, it felt like the first time they'd confronted each other. Albert wore the same expression—refined features, relaxed brow, yet exuding overwhelming pressure.
"Mr. Hayes, my wife—isn't she beautiful?" Albert's voice rumbled from his chest, deceptively casual but predatory, like a panther waiting to pounce, radiating dominance and certainty.
Confused by the question, Clifford glanced at Yvette before politely responding, "She certainly is."
Just then, Albert tilted Yvette's chin up and kissed her.
Clifford froze, watching as Albert, radiating possessiveness, enveloped Yvette's slender frame and kissed her forcefully in front of everyone.
Clifford's expression darkened considerably.
After a few seconds, Albert released Yvette.
He looked challengingly at Clifford, casually wiping away a trace of Yvette's lipstick from his own lips with his thumb.
"Don't covet what isn't yours," he warned.
With that, Albert led Yvette away.
Despite the crowd around them, Albert's intimidating presence made people instinctively step aside. He held Yvette protectively against him as they walked, while her thoughts lingered on that unexpected kiss.
She had expected anger, fury even, but instead he had claimed her with a kiss.
They sat side by side in the back of the car. Though Albert kept his arm around her, he wouldn't even look at her—completely different from his confident, arrogant demeanor in front of Clifford.
He was angry again.
Yvette pressed her lips together and stared out the window.
Finally, Albert broke the suffocating silence, looking down at her. "Don't you have something to tell me?" he asked, his voice deep.
Yvette didn't answer, only glancing up at him. In the evening darkness, he seemed almost illuminated. His collar was slightly open, revealing a glimpse of skin and collarbone. The dark setting made him appear more distant and cold.
Was this really her husband? Even in their closest moments, they were still separated by unspoken barriers.
She lowered her gaze, remaining silent.
She had many questions about Violet, but how could she ask them? Could she face the truth?
"Say something!" Albert's gaze swept over her, cold as ice.
She finally broke. "What about you? Don't you have something to tell me?" she countered.
"Yvette," Albert said, displeased. "I asked first."
Yvette looked out at the passing streetlights between trees, creating alternating patterns of light and shadow in the car.
"Albert," she said coolly, "I saw you entering the hotel with Violet."
Having finally asked, she immediately regretted it, digging her nails into her palm.
Albert was stunned by her statement. After a moment, he asked incredulously, "You followed me?"
Yvette tightened her expression without responding, tacitly confirming it.
Albert was astonished.
Yvette had followed him?
He couldn't help looking down at her. Her beautiful features and delicate skin appeared even more alluring in the dim light. Her long lashes cast shadows beneath her downcast eyes. She seemed deeply upset, her shoulders trembling, looking so fragile she might shatter at a touch.
Albert's brow furrowed. Why would she follow him?
He wasn't sure how much Yvette knew. Did she know what Violet had told him?
"Yes, Violet and I went to the hotel, but only to discuss something important."
Yvette couldn't believe Albert would answer so matter-of-factly, not even bothering with a convincing excuse.
"What kind of discussion requires a hotel?" she asked bitterly.
Albert frowned. "Are you actually suggesting something between Violet and me?"
Yvette felt a pang of hurt. "I don't have the right to question it, do I?"
Albert was about to object when something occurred to him.
Was Yvette jealous?
She followed him because she cared? She was hurt seeing him with Violet?
Did she have feelings for him?
Realizing this, Albert's heart softened slightly.
Looking at her, he declared firmly, "I swear, there's absolutely nothing between us."
Yvette's eyes darkened as she stared at him. "A man and woman go to a hotel room together, and you're telling me nothing happened?"
Albert's lips tightened. His tone grew firmer: "When I say there's nothing between us, there's nothing."
"Then explain what was so important you had to discuss it in a hotel room?"
Albert frowned. The reason for his meeting with Violet was something he couldn't tell Yvette.
After considering for a few seconds, he said, "Some things you don't need to know."
He preferred to shoulder this burden alone.
Hearing Albert's cold words, Yvette gave a self-deprecating smile.
What had she expected?
A man and woman in a hotel—what else would they be doing? She should know better than anyone.
Her history with Albert had begun in hotel rooms.
He'd said it himself: some things she didn't need to know.
In his heart, she still wasn't worthy.
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