Chapter 75 Marry and Divorce at Your Whim
Feeling the slight tremble of the woman beneath him, Albert's desire for conquest was finally satisfied.
He curled his lips into a cold smile and said, "How about calling Wyatt now? Let him enjoy your voice? Or maybe have him come over to pick you up and watch us make love?"
Albert whispered softly in her ear, using the most seductive and husky voice to say the most sarcastic words.
Yvette's face turned red from his vulgar words. Albert's humiliation made her both ashamed and angry, uncontrollably furious.
She raised her hand to slap him, but Albert quickly grabbed her wrist.
He questioned, "How many times do you want to hit me?"
His hand tightened slightly as he moved closer to Yvette's flushed face, staring into her slightly reddened eyes.
"Yvette, I've been spoiling you too much lately."
He buried his head in her neck, and she felt his hot breath, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.
Her body's resistance gradually weakened, and her senses were entirely guided and manipulated by him.
No matter how desperate, sad, or angry Yvette was, her body still remembered his closeness and touch. Those intimate scenes flooded her mind, making her dazed.
He deepened the kiss, and the warmth of his palm made her shiver slightly.
He was also gradually controlled by desire, his grip becoming stronger, losing control to the point where he didn't care if he hurt her.
The pain made Yvette start to feel scared. She pushed him a few times, but he didn't budge, even moving closer. To stop him, she could only mention the same person as last time.
Yvette retorted him indifferently, "Aren't you terrified that Violet will happen upon the truth of us making love?"
Using the same trick twice wouldn't work.
Albert sneered, full of mockery, "We're married. Do you think she doesn't know?"
"But she doesn't know you still want to make love to me!" Yvette's voice was almost a sob, nearly losing control.
His eyes were cold as he retorted, "You're my wife. Why can't I make love to you?"
As Albert said the last few words, his lips lingered on her fair neck, carrying a different kind of ambiguity.
His rough palm covered her waist, constantly caressing her most sensitive skin. His strength grew, even becoming somewhat rough. The sex wasn't consensual; it was tinged with violence.
Yet it was also irrational.
Yvette felt herself losing control, struggling to resist the urge to respond. She stopped resisting and rejecting, instead covering her stomach with her hand.
She knew she was scared.
Yvette looked up, her slightly red eyes filled with a pleading look. "I'm pregnant."
The man above her paused, and for a moment, they stayed in that position.
After a few seconds, he finally lifted his head slowly.
His deep eyes were filled with a mix of desire and anger, a blood-red hue covering his eyes. His already tense jawline tightened even more, his face full of restraint and forbearance.
"Yvette, you don't even want this child anymore. What are you pretending to care about?" Albert questioned her with a wry look.
Yvette felt it was hard to breathe, her chest aching. She choked out, "I want my child."
The man who intended to punish her suddenly stopped.
Both of them calmed down, and in the entire room, apart from their heavy panting, the only other sound was their overlapping heartbeats, which was quite suggestive.
No one knew why their confrontation began, when it would end, or when it would erupt again.
The sudden tranquility was unexpected.
After a long time, the atmosphere in the room remained tense. In the predominantly white room, everything was extremely simple, making the mess on the bed particularly conspicuous.
Moans were heard as Albert propped himself up on his elbows, got out of bed, and began buttoning his shirt with his back to Yvette.
It was a simple action, but Albert, lost in thought, had to button each button several times.
He frowned in frustration, let out a slow breath, and walked out of the room.
The living room was silent without Yvette's voice, but he felt even more empty.
He wandered aimlessly around the large house, finally arriving in the kitchen to get a glass of water.
He thought she might want a glass of water at this moment.
Listening to the sound of running water, his chaotic thoughts gradually cleared.
Albert looked down at the water flowing from the faucet and frowned.
Out of habit, he had poured cold water.
Yvette shouldn't be drinking cold water right now.
He quickly poured out the cold water, got a new glass, and filled it with warm water.
Returning to the room, Albert's expression was somewhat uneasy.
The woman who had been disheveled just moments ago had now tidied herself up, even her messy hair was now neat.
He stood by the bed with the glass of water, looking down at her, unsure of what to say.
Hearing him come in, Yvette instinctively looked up, her once empty eyes now filled with emotion.
—Undisguised disgust. As if she were looking at a pile of foul-smelling garbage, eager to avoid it.
Albert paused, holding the glass of water.
Her gaze stung him. He looked down at the warm water in his hand, feeling ridiculous. But the water was already poured, so he frowned, raised the glass, and drank it all in one go.
As he was about to leave, he heard Yvette's low voice behind him. It was so soft that he thought he might have misheard.
She asked, "Why?"
Albert turned around, seeing her looking at him, confirming he hadn't misheard.
"Why what?"
Yvette continued, "If you don't love me, why do this?"
At this moment, Yvette wasn't sad; she was just puzzled.
She wondered, 'Wouldn't splitting up be better? Why was Albert being so dramatic?'
If they separated, he wouldn't have to face someone he disliked anymore and could reconcile with Violet, becoming an enviable couple again.
As for her? She would be better off. Without Albert, she wouldn't have any more expectations, and thus no more disappointments.
'Lose Albert?' Those words echoed in her heart.
Yvette smiled self-deprecatingly. How did she dare use the word "lose"?
She had never owned him to begin with.
Albert didn't answer her.
After a long time, so long that Yvette almost gave up waiting, he finally responded.
His deep, cold gaze fell on her face, the intense stare making her back tense.
Albert voiced, "You think you can marry and divorce at your whim? Yvette, I'm not someone you can toy with."
