Chapter 64 He Only Had That Kind of Desire for Yvette
The only light in the room was from a night lamp, casting a dim glow. Albert was positioned against the light, his expression hidden by the darkness.
Albert had humiliated Violet, and in anger, she stormed out, leaving him alone in the room.
Albert lay on the bed, one arm covering his eyes. As he thought about everything that had just happened, his breathing became rapid and his chest heaved, as if he was trying to suppress the emotions that were about to burst out.
Violet had asked him, "Albert, have you fallen in love with Yvette?"
Albert's expression froze for a moment, his pupils contracted, but soon his gaze returned to its cold and deep state.
He almost instinctively denied it. "No."
Violet bit her lip, her eyes red, holding back her emotions, but tears still slipped down uncontrollably.
"Are you lying to me or to yourself?" Violet grabbed her bag and left in shame and anger.
Before leaving, she said a few words to Albert.
"Albert, I hate you."
Albert suddenly realized something different.
He had no desire for Violet. When she suddenly threw herself at him, he could instantly sense the difference. When she half-undressed in front of him, he felt burdened and awkward rather than aroused.
Back when he was young and impulsive, he had eagerly anticipated being with her. The thought of her cute smile would make his body heat up uncontrollably. Whenever they were alone, hugging and kissing, he always restrained his raging desires, afraid of scaring her.
Now, when she voluntarily wanted to make love to him, he felt no joy or impulse.
He only had that desire for Yvette.
Every time he was alone with her, even though she dressed conservatively and made no seductive moves, he always felt a strong desire, wanting to press her beneath him immediately.
Why was that?
Had he fallen in love with Yvette?
When he reached this conclusion, he almost instinctively denied it.
No, with his personality, if he loved Yvette, he wouldn't be able to calmly accept it every time she suggested ending things. Yvette's departure never made him feel pain, at most just a little emptiness.
After all, she was attractive enough in bed.
The effects of alcohol made his mind increasingly muddled, and the conflict and drowsiness made him feel a bit disoriented. He struggled to think.
Maybe it was because Yvette was the first woman he made love to. A man always feels differently about his first time.
As for Violet, maybe they had been apart for too long and had grown distant.
He rubbed his throbbing temples, not wanting to think about it anymore.
Yvette had originally thought Mr. Wilson was undergoing a routine surgery, but upon arriving at the hospital, she learned it was a malignant tumor removal. No wonder he didn't have it done at his own clinic but came to the Civil Aviation General Hospital, probably to avoid worrying his wife.
Despite having cancer and undergoing such a serious surgery, he still answered call after call, discussing treatment plans and his condition, enduring the pain to respond to each inquiry.
Yvette couldn't help but say, "Mr. Wilson, you need to rest."
Mr. Wilson smiled. "As long as I'm alive, I want to save as many people as I can."
Yvette felt a deep sadness, tears welling up in her eyes, but she didn't want to affect Mr. Wilson's mood, so she forced them back.
Originally, two people were supposed to visit, but Wyatt was called away, leaving only Yvette.
Mr. Wilson had lost a lot of weight but still had a kind look in his eyes.
Leaning against the hospital bed, he softly said, "Two years ago, when you resigned from the Central Hospital, I was harsh with you. I didn't expect you to still come see me. I thought you would hold a grudge."
Yvette replied, "Of course not. Back then, so many people were competing for that position, and I didn't appreciate it."
Mr. Wilson paused. "Did you give up being a surgeon for a man?"
Yvette lowered her head in shame, not answering.
Mr. Wilson laughed, "Did you get what you wanted? Are you happy?"
Thinking of her precarious marriage and current miserable situation, Yvette couldn't respond. But she didn't want the professor to worry, so she bit her lip and nodded, pretending to be strong.
Mr. Wilson didn't doubt Yvette's answer. "As long as you got what you wanted and are happy." He smiled kindly and joked, "Next time you visit, bring him along so I can meet him."
Yvette lowered her eyes and casually agreed, "Okay, I'll bring him next time."
"Does he know that because of him, Luken lost an excellent surgeon? He'd better treat you well and cherish you."
Yvette forced a smile awkwardly.
Returning from the hospital, Yvette still felt a bit down.
Brushing her teeth in front of the mirror, looking at the tired woman in the reflection, Yvette felt a bit unfamiliar.
Back then, she had resolutely left the surgical table and came to North Airlines, but she hadn't achieved what she wanted, nor had she found happiness.
Did she regret it?
As Yvette pondered this question, her phone suddenly rang.
She quickly spat out the toothpaste foam and turned to look at the phone. Seeing the screen, her brows furrowed.
As she hesitated whether to answer, the call ended.
Just as she relaxed, it rang again.
His domineering nature didn't allow for refusal.
Yvette didn't know why Albert was calling so late. She sighed lightly and answered.
"What do you want?" Yvette's voice was cold and emotionless.
The other end of the line was quiet, and she could clearly hear Albert's somewhat rapid breathing.
He seemed a bit confused, not speaking for a long time after the call connected. Just as Yvette thought he had accidentally dialed her number and was about to hang up, his voice came through.
"Yvette?" he asked.
"Yes."
He paused, then said in a low voice, "I called the wrong number."
After that, he didn't speak again. She could hear him turning over, and after a while, she heard heavy footsteps.
Yvette frowned and tentatively called out, "Albert?"
The phone was picked up again, and a stranger's voice came through.
"You haven't hung up, right? Great." After a moment of happiness, he tentatively asked, "Are you Albert's girlfriend?"
Hearing his question, Yvette's breath hitched, unsure how to respond.
But the guy on the other end continued talking to himself, "He's drunk and called you first, so you must be his girlfriend."
Yvette asked, "What do you need?"
"Albert's drunk and causing a scene, not letting anyone near him. Can you come pick him up?"
