Chapter 570 Albert is Still Looking for Someone to Monitor Her.
Their noses nearly touched, Albert's lips hovering mere inches from hers. She could feel his warm, slightly quickened breath against her skin. The amber lamplight cast intimate shadows across their faces, highlighting the sharp angles of his features and the soft curve of hers.
Albert's eyes burned with an intensity that made Yvette's pulse race, heat blooming across her cheeks. She tried to maintain her composure, but the flutter in her chest betrayed her calm facade.
Their bodies gravitated toward each other with magnetic pull, and just as their lips were about to meet, Albert's phone buzzed insistently.
The vibration cut through the silence like a blade. Yvette startled, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. Albert's jaw tightened with visible frustration, his brow furrowing as he ignored the persistent device. He leaned forward, determined to reclaim the moment, but Yvette pressed her palms against his chest, creating distance between them.
"You should answer that," she said, her voice slightly breathless. "At this hour, it must be important."
Albert muttered a curse under his breath and reached for his phone. Vincent's name flashed on the screen. He couldn't guarantee he'd be civil to Vincent after this interruption.
Taking a deep breath, Albert stood and moved to the side before answering. "What?" His tone dripped with irritation and impatience.
Vincent immediately picked up on Albert's mood, his voice taking on an apologetic edge. "Mr. Valdemar, is this a bad time?"
"Considering you've already called, whether it's convenient hardly matters now, does it?" The rebuke was unmistakable.
Yvette felt her cheeks burn as she listened to his cold tone, the memory of their interrupted moment still fresh. She stole glances at Albert's profile, noting how his expression had shuttered, becoming guarded and distant. Work matters, she assumed.
Albert lowered his voice, and Yvette could only catch fragments of his deep murmur without making out the actual words. She found herself watching the movement of his lips, remembering how close they'd been to hers, imagining their softness. The thought made her look away, focusing on the far wall as she tried to steady her racing heart.
Meanwhile, Albert had intended to keep the conversation open, but Vincent's next question caught him off guard.
"Mr. Valdemar, is there something wrong with Mrs. Valdemar's health?"
Albert paused, glancing at Yvette, who appeared perfectly normal, her earlier playful demeanor still fresh in his mind. "She seems fine. Why? What's happened?"
Vincent hesitated before continuing. "Our people reported that Mrs. Valdemar visited a hospital today. She had an appointment scheduled, but there's no record of any examination or treatment."
Albert's confusion deepened. After a moment's consideration, he said, "Keep digging. See what you can find out."
"Of course, Mr. Valdemar." Vincent cleared his throat awkwardly. "I'll let you get back to... whatever you were doing."
"Get lost," Albert growled before ending the call.
Even after hanging up, Albert's expression remained troubled. They had medical equipment at home, and Doyle was available around the clock.
If Yvette had been feeling unwell, it would have been far more convenient to have tests done at home or consult Doyle directly. Yet she'd gone to a hospital alone.
Was she hiding something from him?
Seeing Albert pocket his phone, Yvette looked at him expectantly, blinking with curiosity.
Albert returned to the bed and sat down, cutting straight to the point. "Are you feeling unwell?"
A flicker of confusion crossed Yvette's eyes, followed by a skip in her heartbeat as realization dawned.
Panic fluttered in her chest, but she forced herself to smile. "Do I look sick to you? You didn't seem concerned about my health when I was teasing you earlier."
"Then why did you go to the hospital?" Albert studied her face intently, as if trying to read her thoughts through her eyes.
His voice had turned cold and hard, leaving Yvette momentarily stunned. She stared at him in bewilderment. "How do you even know I went to the hospital?"
The pieces clicked into place quickly, and her hands clenched into fists as she looked at him with shock. "You're still having me watched?"
The moment the words left her lips, Albert's expression shifted subtly. The warm, intimate atmosphere they'd shared moments before shattered like glass. Yvette's gaze sharpened, blazing with unmistakable fire, and a strange tension filled the quiet room.
Recognizing his mistake, Albert took a deep breath and tried to explain. "I'm not having you watched. Given your current health concerns, I've arranged for protection."
Yvette's smile turned brittle, her voice cooling. "You've said that before."
She'd thought their improving relationship meant he'd stopped monitoring her movements. But he was still having her followed, still using "protection" as justification for surveillance.
Faced with her displeasure, Albert found himself at a loss for words. Perhaps once he had wanted to track her every move, afraid she might slip away from him.
But now, he genuinely feared losing her again. She faced too many dangers, and he needed to keep her safe.
"I'm not trying to spy on you or interrogate you about your whereabouts," Albert said, maintaining his composure to avoid further misunderstanding.
Their relationship had been so carefully rebuilt to reach this point.
"You're free to go wherever you want. I'm simply concerned about your health," he added.
Yvette's throat tightened, his answer sending a chill through her. If he really was having her followed, if his eyes were on her every move, her secrets would soon be exposed. She made a mental note to be even more careful.
"If you have people watching me, then why don't you know what I was doing there?" Her voice trembled slightly.
Albert's lips pressed into a thin line, saying nothing.
"You know I made an appointment but didn't receive treatment or testing, which is why you're asking me directly, isn't it?" Yvette locked eyes with him, seeing clear confirmation in his gaze.
She'd guessed correctly.
"This is what you call 'not spying on me'? Not spying, yet you know exactly what I did and didn't do?"
"I told you, I only want to know if there's something wrong with your health," Albert said, struggling to keep his emotions in check.
Yvette lowered her eyes, guilt gnawing at her. She was the one keeping secrets, but she couldn't bear the thought of Albert sharing her pain over something that couldn't be fixed. To lose what they'd regained would be an even more devastating blow.
She bit her lower lip. "I've never liked having someone watch my every move."
Albert's eyes darkened. "This isn't monitoring. And am I just 'someone' to you?"
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