Chapter 578 Bringing Violet Back to the Valdemar Mansion
The next morning, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled shadows across the room.
Yvette lay nestled in Albert's embrace, their breathing intertwined in a rhythm of peaceful intimacy. She slowly opened her eyes, feeling his arm wrapped securely around her waist, the warmth of his solid chest seeping through her skin and settling deep within her.
The air around them carried their mingled scent, and the rumpled sheets beneath them silently chronicled the passion of the night before. Remembering his uninhibited ardor, Yvette buried her face deeper into his chest.
"Feeling shy now?" Albert's voice carried a hint of huskiness, laced with languid satisfaction. Though soft, each word was distinctly clear, carrying an effortless sensuality.
Yvette hesitated. "I'm not being shy."
"You're certainly not like this when you're not feeling shy." Albert looked down at her with hooded eyes. "Already pretending to forget your midnight performance?"
"What did I do at midnight?" Yvette asked, genuinely confused.
Albert chuckled, his voice teasing. "If you could bring that same initiative and enthusiasm you showed in the middle of the night into our regular activities, that would be even better."
Yvette froze. Was Albert referring to after she'd fallen asleep?
She was about to protest—after all, he had left her too exhausted to even lift a finger—but as she opened her mouth, she suddenly remembered dreaming that Albert had suffered from impotence. In her dream, she had been afraid of traumatizing him and had tried everything to "help him rise to the occasion."
Had she actually acted out her dream?
Yvette's face flushed crimson, and she buried her head against Albert's chest, mortified into silence. If Albert knew that in her dream he'd been impotent, he would surely feel compelled to prove his virility in the most physical way possible. Her body was too spent to endure that again.
Taking a deep breath, Yvette pretended nothing had happened. "I don't know. I was asleep. I really don't remember doing anything."
"Should I refresh your memory, then?" Albert's voice lilted upward, carrying a subtle invitation.
"That won't be necessary," Yvette began, but her voice suddenly caught in her throat.
Her expression changed as she realized Albert was indeed lost in last night's memories. She immediately tried to shift away, wanting to put some distance between them.
Albert, however, wouldn't allow it, clinging to her like a second skin. "Where do you think you're going?"
Yvette pushed against him, embarrassed. "I wouldn't be trying to escape if you weren't..."
"Weren't what?" he prompted.
Yvette felt utterly mortified. Early in the morning, a very naked and very obviously aroused Albert—well above average in that department—was pressed against her, the heat of him creating a stark contrast with her cooler skin.
No matter where she retreated, he followed, unabashed and challenging, clearly doing it on purpose.
Yvette bit her lower lip. "Stop pressing that against my leg!"
"What's the problem?" Albert raised an eyebrow. "I've earned this."
Yvette's ears turned scarlet. Albert was absolutely shameless, and she couldn't hope to match him.
"The problem is," she whispered, "I can't take any more."
Albert stiffened, a dull ache spreading through his lower back.
Did she not realize how dangerous such a vulnerable admission was?
Taking a deep breath, Albert acknowledged that she truly couldn't handle another round. Her body needed rest.
Talk about shooting oneself in the foot.
With tense muscles, Albert quickly rose from the bed, grabbed a towel from nearby and wrapped it around his waist, then wordlessly disappeared into the bathroom.
David sat in his car, his expression dark, a stark contrast to his usual gentle demeanor.
His gaze was penetrating, hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles had turned white, as if he were physically restraining his emotions.
The woman beside him couldn't have been more different.
Violet wore a bright smile, her eyes sparkling, completely unfazed by David's mood.
Only after Violet had addressed David several times with no response did her smile finally fade, her eyes reflecting a flicker of annoyance.
"David, it seems we've become quite close," she observed.
David glanced at her briefly but remained silent.
Undeterred, Violet continued, "You always present yourself as this gentlemanly, cultured, kind person to everyone else. It's only with me that you show this cold, impatient side. We must be quite intimate indeed."
David let out a scornful laugh, his voice dripping with contempt. "I have to say, your attitude is remarkable."
Violet shrugged. "Given how far we've come, a good attitude is essential."
Their contrasting emotions—his darkness against her light, his coldness against her warmth—were starkly reflected in the car window, creating a vivid tableau.
Seeing him lapse back into silence, Violet teased, "We've both shown our full commitment. This time, I'm confident victory will be ours."
The Valdemar Mansion
James and Lisa sat on the sofa, their faces etched with anxiety and confusion.
Lisa's hands were folded on her lap, her fingers fidgeting nervously against each other.
James leaned back against the sofa, his eyes deep in thought, his expression betraying his growing impatience.
Lisa glanced up at the clock on the wall for the umpteenth time before finally breaking the silence. "James, what do you think David is playing at? Insisting we wait for him at home at this hour without explaining why—it's maddening."
"How should I know?" James snapped, his irritation evident. "Just wait and see."
"What could he possibly want?" Lisa wondered aloud. "Does he have something to discuss with us? His secrecy is making me uneasy."
The air in the room seemed to grow heavier, an unknown tension filling every corner.
The clock ticked loudly, time seemingly slowing to a crawl, making their wait increasingly unbearable.
Finally, James's patience wore thin. "Call him. I have my own matters to attend to. If he doesn't show up soon, I'm leaving!"
"Alright," Lisa agreed.
She had just picked up her phone to call David when the doorbell rang.
The maid hurried to answer it, then turned back to announce, "Mr. David Valdemar has returned."
As the door opened, James and Lisa looked over simultaneously to see David walking in with measured steps.
"David, you're back!" Lisa smiled. "Your father was just asking me to call you."
Before she could finish, a woman emerged from behind David.
Violet beamed at them, her smile radiant. "Mr. Valdemar, Mrs. Valdemar, how lovely to see you again."
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