Chapter 76 Albert Changed the Door Code

When Albert said those words, Yvette also had moments of wild thoughts.

 

'Maybe Albert... No, there's no maybe.' Yvette reminded herself inwardly.

 

Albert had always been a controlling man; he just couldn't accept such feeling of losing control.

 

Perhaps it was the occupational hazard of being a pilot.

 

Of course, she couldn't manipulate him. She was surprised when he agreed to marry her initially, and now she's equally surprised that he won't agree to a divorce.

 

Yvette wanted to say something but thought it was meaningless after some consideration. She felt helpless about this hopeless relationship. She sat on the edge of the bed, looking away.

 

"So, what now? Are we just going to keep going like this?"

 

Yvette's downcast look made Albert a bit irritated. He didn't want to continue the conversation, so he grabbed the blanket beside him and not-so-gently covered Yvette with it.

 

"Get some sleep," Albert's voice was cold, commanding.

 

But Yvette didn't want to sleep in the same bed with him anymore. She twisted her body to struggle but was controlled by him along with the blanket.

 

Through the thin blanket, she could even feel Albert's muscles slightly bulging from the exertion, hard and firm, very intimidating.

 

The power disparity between men and women was evident. Yvette's resistance was futile, so she had to lie flat, suppressing her anger and not hiding her dissatisfaction.

 

"Why are you keeping me here? If I want to sleep, I should go home." Yvette retorted angrily.

 

"Just rest here," Albert said.

 

His cold voice carried an undeniable force, and he tightened his grip on her.

 

Yvette was displeased. "I want to go home. I can't sleep on an unfamiliar bed."

 

Albert glanced at her indifferently and said in a deep voice, "Then get more familiar with this bed."

 

"Why?" Yvette frowned.

 

Albert replied, "You'll be sleeping here from now on."

 

"This is your home. I won't sleep here," Yvette couldn't help but remind him.

 

Albert didn't continue the conversation.

 

"Just get some sleep." He repeated the initial phrase, making it clear there was no room for discussion.

 

Albert didn't move, just closed his eyes to rest, holding Yvette through the blanket.

 

His body heat seeped through the double layers of sheets and the thin down blanket, and his familiar scent, a comforting presence, filled her senses.

 

Yvette didn't understand why he was doing this. A series of questions occurred in her mind.

 

'Does he really plan to keep me here until I give birth to the baby?'

 

'He doesn't seem like someone who loves children that much. Can he really endure living with me for the sake of the child?'

 

'Waking up to me every day, going to sleep with me every night — this isn't the life he imagined, right?'

 

'And what about after the child is born? What are his plans? Will he let me leave? Will he let me take the child?'

 

Yvette kept pondering these questions. She no longer let unrealistic fantasies occupy her thoughts, thinking rationally about every practical issue. The more she thought, the less she understood Albert.

 

The room returned to silence. The soundproof glass was very effective; she couldn't even hear the wind outside.

 

The high-end residence ensured the quality of sleep for its occupants. Yvette was used to her old house where she could hear the neighbors coughing, so the current silence made her feel a bit anxious.

 

Clearly, he was someone who always made her lose hope, yet his scent still brought her comfort. The unfamiliar bed and the anxiety from the different environment quickly subsided.

 

Yvette closed her eyes and surprisingly fell asleep just like that.

 

That night, Yvette didn't dream and slept very deeply.

 

When she woke up groggily, the other side of the bed was already light, and the blanket that had been binding her was completely loosened.

 

Yvette instinctively reached out to touch the side.

 

The large bed now only had her, and the wrinkles on the sheet beside her were even smoothed out, as if everything that happened before was just a dream.

 

The unfamiliar environment made her instantly alert. Realizing that there was no sound of Albert in the house, Yvette reached for her phone on the nightstand and checked the flight schedule.

 

It turned out Albert had a flight today.

 

Despite his tight schedule, he still came to find her, which made her feel complicated.

 

Exiting the flight schedule app, Yvette noticed several missed calls on the screen, which brought her back to reality and reminded her of Wyatt, making her feel a bit guilty.

 

Yvette quickly called back, and after just two rings, the call was immediately answered.

 

Wyatt's anxious voice came through the phone. "You finally called back. Do you know I was about to call the police?"

 

Yvette replied, "Sorry, I ran into some issues and forgot to reply."

 

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Wyatt asked with concern.

 

Yvette shook her head. "No, he didn't."

 

"Did you two have a fight?" Wyatt asked.

 

Yvette wanted to deny it, but she knew that the recent tension between them was too obvious for anyone to miss. Pretending that everything was fine would be too hypocritical.

 

Yvette bit her lip, softly responded, and didn't say anything more.

 

On the other end of the call, Wyatt felt a pang of heartache hearing Yvette's low voice.

 

Maybe it was the hero complex in men, wanting to protect a vulnerable woman, especially since Yvette was the girl he liked since their student days.

 

Images of Yvette's helpless eyes flashed in his mind. Wyatt said softly, "Yvette, you deserve a better life."

 

Yvette was taken aback. Listening to the faint static and Wyatt's gentle breathing on the phone, she smiled bitterly.

 

"Really?" She lowered her eyes, her long lashes trembling, and murmured, "I hope so."

 

After getting up and tidying the bed, Yvette was about to leave Albert's house when she turned around and saw a neatly set table of food.

 

Albert had a tight schedule today, yet he still managed to cook.

 

The dishes on the table were exquisite and fragrant. Though not lavish, they were visually appealing, with a variety of side dishes and balanced nutrition.

 

It was perfect for a pregnant woman like her.

 

Yvette was a bit stunned by the sight of the food, not understanding Albert's intentions.

 

Her gaze wandered, and she noticed a note under one of the plates, seemingly written for her.

 

She bit her lip and carefully pulled the note out from under the plate. Albert's handwriting was strong, with a few simple words and numbers.

 

It read: [This is the door code,] followed by a string of numbers.

 

Albert had changed the code to his house.

 

Yvette looked closely and saw that the code was actually Albert's birthday.

 

She was surprised that he had changed the code he had used for years.

 

Recalling the scene where Violet entered the code naturally, she realized that the previous code was related to Violet.

 

She pondered, 'Why did he change the code? Why now?'

 

Yvette's hand trembled, and she crumpled the note into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

 

At this point, she didn't dare to speculate about his intentions anymore.

 

This kind of sentiment was not something she should entertain.

 

Because it was too cheap.