Chapter 559 The Swift Family's Terms for Medication
Yvette froze.
Before she could react, Albert's unrestrained kiss descended upon her once more. All the restraint and control he'd shown in the car was released in this single moment.
Yvette had just asked him what had happened today. Nothing extraordinary had occurred, but the simple joy of having her back—of knowing she was safe—was enough to sustain his euphoria. More than that, in those moments of near-loss and recovery, he'd felt the depth of her feelings for him with startling clarity.
Perhaps his emotions were too overwhelming, too desperate for release. Albert's kiss grew fierce, almost punishing in its intensity. Yvette winced and tried to pull back, but the soft cushions of the sofa trapped her, leaving her no escape from his fervent, consuming kiss.
She felt as though he was drawing every breath from her lungs, leaving her gasping for air. When she tried to push him away, Albert captured both her wrists in one hand, pinning them effortlessly. The taste of wine passed between their lips, adding an intoxicating edge to their kiss that made her head spin with desire.
Finally sensing her breathlessness, Albert released her lips. Yvette gasped like a drowning woman breaking the surface, her chest heaving as she fought for air.
His mouth traced a burning path down her throat, and she instinctively hunched her shoulders when his lips found the sensitive curve of her neck. Though she could breathe freely now, this new torment was somehow worse. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, words dying in her throat as his touch ignited fires wherever it landed.
She was burning and melting simultaneously—her skin fever-hot yet her limbs liquid with surrender.
"Yvette." His voice was rough with wine and want, dangerously low. "Look at me."
Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze with a dazed, hungry expression that seemed to urge him onward. Albert's throat worked as he swallowed hard, still fighting for control. "I want to—"
The soft click of the front door lock cut through the moment like a blade. Both Albert and Yvette froze, their bodies going rigid as cool air swept in from the entrance, shocking them back to reality.
Yvette pushed Albert away forcefully, scrambling to put distance between them on the sofa, her face burning with embarrassment. Albert's expression darkened with frustration, his jaw clenched tight as he grabbed a nearby cushion to conceal his obvious arousal.
Beatrice entered carrying bags of groceries and household supplies, followed by a driver helping with the load.
Seeing Albert and Yvette sitting side by side on the sofa, she looked surprised. "Mr. Valdemar, Mrs. Valdemar, you're both back already?"
"Yes." Albert's tone carried unmistakable irritation. "Why are you returning so early?"
"I was supposed to go shopping today, but the Valdemar Villa had just received a large delivery and shared some supplies with us. It saved me quite a bit of time." Beatrice smiled cheerfully, then noticed Albert's flushed appearance. "Mr. Valdemar, why is your face so red?"
Yvette's breath caught as she quickly interjected, "He had some wine today—that's why he's flushed!"
"Oh, I'll get you something for that!" Beatrice turned to Yvette with concern. "Mrs. Valdemar, with your delicate condition, you shouldn't be drinking, should you?"
"I didn't have any," Yvette shook her head.
Beatrice blinked in confusion. "Then why is your face red too?"
Yvette's blush deepened at Albert's quiet chuckle.
The Hayes Mansion
Felix and Gabrielle watched Clifford with eyes full of worry. Gabrielle's hands were clasped so tightly her knuckles had gone white, anxiety written across her features as she bit her lower lip to keep her emotions from showing. Felix stood silently beside her, his hands clenched into fists behind his back, clearly struggling to maintain his composure.
Clifford tilted his head back and swallowed the pill without hesitation. The room fell into profound silence, broken only by the sound of him swallowing—a moment that seemed to stretch endlessly.
Only when Clifford had taken his medication did Felix and Gabrielle finally exhale in relief.
"Mom, Dad, I've taken the medicine. Please don't worry so much," Clifford said with gentle exasperation. "Since this medication is working, I'll take it gradually and get better. You don't need to be so anxious."
"As long as you feel it's helping, that's all that matters. We can rest easier now," Gabrielle replied.
Clifford nodded. "Thank you both for finding this treatment."
"We'd do anything for you, Clifford," Felix said warmly.
"Speaking of which," Clifford looked up, "since this medication is effective, could you please send some to Ms. Orlando as well? She has the same condition I do, so it should help her too. Have you already given her some?"
Gabrielle's expression shifted slightly, but she remained silent.
"Clifford, we haven't given any to Ms. Orlando yet," Felix explained.
"Why not?" Clifford's concern was evident. "If she's been without medication for so long, won't that affect her health?"
Felix chose his words carefully. "You mentioned before that using her condition to test treatments for you was morally wrong, and we've reflected on that—you were absolutely right. Since we found this medication ourselves, and we're not entirely certain of its complete effectiveness, we thought it best to wait. Once you've taken it for a while without any problems, then we can offer it to her."
Gabrielle pursed her lips. "The Hayes family is weak and declining, unlike the powerful Valdemar family. They surely have resources to find better treatments than anything we could provide. It's hardly our place to worry about them."
"Mom!" Clifford protested.
"Don't mind your mother," Felix soothed. "We're simply not certain this medication is truly effective. If you recover completely and we can confirm it works, then we'll share it. Otherwise, if something goes wrong with Ms. Orlando, we'd have no way to explain ourselves."
Clifford nodded, accepting his father's reasoning. "Alright, that makes sense."
"Get some rest after taking your medicine. Your mother and I will head back now," Felix said.
"Good night," Clifford replied.
Once Felix and Gabrielle left Clifford's room, both their faces grew grave. Back in their own room, Gabrielle released another heavy sigh.
"Felix, this first batch of medication is nearly finished, and Clifford still isn't completely recovered. Won't we have to approach the Swift family again?"
Felix's expression was troubled. "Since the medication is genuinely effective, we'll have no choice but to ask the Swift family for more."
"But can we hide it from Albert again this time?" Gabrielle asked.
Felix wasn't certain. Getting the first batch from Violet had required tremendous effort and cunning, and they'd nearly been discovered by Albert.
"We have to keep it from Albert," Felix said with grim determination.
"Yes," Gabrielle's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "After all, the Swift family's primary condition for providing the medication is that Yvette must never receive it."
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