Chapter 629 Cheryl's Prepared Soup
Cheryl watched Yvette with a warm smile, her eyes filled with anticipation and tender affection.
At these words, Yvette froze slightly, feeling as though Cheryl's suggestion had dropped like a pebble into still water, sending ripples through her heart.
She lowered her gaze, her long lashes casting delicate shadows on her soft cheeks, trembling like gentle wings.
Under Cheryl's expectant gaze, Yvette's eyes flickered. "Grandma, why are you suddenly bringing this up?"
"Don't be shy, Yvette," Cheryl said gently. "You and Albert are so happy together now—any child you have would be beautiful and brilliant. Besides, BoBo and CiCi get along so well, they'd make wonderful big brother and sister, wouldn't they?"
Yvette remained silent, her fingers nervously intertwining.
Her heart stirred as she pressed her lips together.
The truth was, BoBo and CiCi's birth had never been part of anyone's expectations.
Back then, she and Albert had been consumed by mutual suspicion and distrust, drowning in their own pain.
During her pregnancy, the accident happened—Yvette lost her memory and vanished from Albert's life, leading to four long years of separation.
From the time BoBo and CiCi were still in her womb until they were over three years old, they hadn't been with Albert.
That vast stretch of lost time remained Yvette's eternal regret.
Though Albert loved both children dearly, she knew his affection carried an immense, irreparable sense of loss.
Cheryl's suggestion stirred something deep within Yvette.
But could her body even handle another pregnancy now?
The thought made her chest tighten with grief.
Seeing Yvette's expression darken, Cheryl quickly assumed her words had created pressure. "Yvette, I didn't mean to push you. I just hope you two can use this time to strengthen your bond. If you don't want children, I won't force anything."
"I understand. Thank you for caring, Grandma."
BoBo and CiCi, who had been exploring the Valdemar Villa, came running hand in hand toward Cheryl and Yvette.
"Mommy, the staff showed us all the little animals around the house—they're so adorable!" CiCi's eyes sparkled with excitement.
Yvette smiled, ruffling both children's hair. "Did you like them?"
"Yes, we loved them!" CiCi beamed.
BoBo blinked up at Yvette. "Mommy, this place is huge. Can we come play here often?"
"Of course. If you enjoy coming here, we'll visit regularly," Yvette nodded.
"Great! This house is so big, Great-grandma must get lonely all by herself. BoBo and I can keep her company!" CiCi's clear voice rang out.
Only then did Yvette and Cheryl realize the children wanted to visit frequently not just for fun, but to spend time with Cheryl.
Yvette instinctively glanced at Cheryl, who had tears welling in her eyes as she gazed at the children with deep emotion.
"They're truly Albert's children—so kind and thoughtful," Cheryl said with feeling. "When Albert was little, even though Hayden and I were busy with work, we still made time for him. Albert would ask if he could bring his parents to the office to play. We thought he was showing early interest in business, but later realized he was worried about us working too hard and wanted to keep us company. Truth is, he never had any real interest in business at all."
After finishing his meeting, Albert drove home.
The relentless work of recent days had left him exhausted.
He pushed open the door, expecting Yvette and the children to rush toward him as usual, but was surprised by their absence.
Instead, he was greeted by the sound of children's laughter echoing from their room and the rich aroma of cooking filling the air.
Following the scent, Albert found Yvette busy in the kitchen, her silhouette soft and graceful amid the steam and warmth.
Hearing footsteps, Yvette turned with a smile, lifting a pot of soup.
Albert moved to open the kitchen door wider, reaching to take the soup from her hands, but Yvette simply tilted her head, gesturing for him to step aside.
"You're dining alone tonight," she said with a smile. "I gave the staff the evening off."
"Why?" Albert looked puzzled. "Aren't you eating?"
"We took BoBo and CiCi to visit Grandma at the Valdemar Villa today and had dinner there." Yvette set down the soup and handed Albert his utensils. "Grandma specially prepared all this food and soup for you."
Albert's gaze swept over the steaming bowl before him, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes.
"Alright." Without further comment, Albert sat down obediently and began eating.
Albert pulled out the chair beside him, and Yvette settled naturally into it.
"What did you and Grandma talk about today?" Albert asked casually.
Remembering Cheryl's words, Yvette's cheeks flushed slightly. "Nothing much, just casual conversation. Mostly BoBo and CiCi spent time with Grandma looking at flowers in the garden."
Albert noticed the hesitation in Yvette's voice, his penetrating gaze fixed on her face as if trying to read her true thoughts.
For the past few days, Yvette had worn this same expression—as though she had something to say but couldn't bring herself to speak.
After a moment's consideration, Albert asked, "Is there something you want to tell me?"
His question startled Yvette. "What do you mean?"
"You've seemed like you have something on your mind lately," Albert's voice was low. "Whatever it is, you can tell me directly."
Yvette pressed her lips together. Whether it was Cheryl's suggestion about having another child or BoBo and CiCi's wish for a family vacation, none of it seemed necessary to mention.
For Albert, these things would take priority over work.
But his postponed responsibilities wouldn't disappear—they'd only pile up, requiring him to work even longer hours with greater intensity to catch up.
She couldn't bear to see him spending entire nights in his study.
Yvette shook her head. "Really, it's nothing. Eat more, talk less!"
She pushed the soup she'd just brought out closer to Albert. "Drink your soup."
Albert raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a knowing smile as he looked at her meaningfully. "Are you sure you want me to drink this?"
"Of course, Grandma had it specially prepared for you."
Albert raised his fist to his lips, unable to suppress a light cough. "Planning on getting any sleep tonight?"
Yvette looked at the soup in confusion, then noticed certain ingredients floating in it, suddenly understanding.
It was a traditional tonic soup designed to boost a man's vitality.
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