Chapter 79 I Care About My Pregnant Wife, Is That a Problem?
After a full day of studying, Yvette felt sore all over but didn't go out for a walk.
Ever since Lassie failed to get money from her, she had been nagging Yvette more frequently. With Yvette staying home to rest these past couple of days, things had only gotten worse. Yvette didn't have the energy to argue with her, so she just ignored her, making their relationship even worse.
As it was nearing dinner time, Lassie didn't come to the door to scold her harshly. Yvette got up and listened carefully, only to realize there was a conversation going on in the living room. She wondered, 'Do they have a guest?'
Yvette opened her door and just as she entered the living room, Lassie immediately said, "I was just about to call you. Albert is here. Make certain his glass never runs dry."
Yvette looked up in response and met the visitor's gaze, instantly freezing in place.
'Albert?'
The man who hadn't even come to her house when they got married, only having a quick meal outside before leaving, was now standing in her home.
Yvette lowered her gaze. "Why are you here?"
Hearing Yvette say this, Lassie immediately scolded her, "Speak nicely. Albert, come in and sit!"
Lassie was very excited, her voice even sharper than usual. She seemed a bit nervous, welcoming Albert in while clutching at her pants, looking uneasy.
Albert nodded and walked in calmly.
Dressed in expensive clothes, he looked meticulously groomed, probably just off a plane.
He stood in the middle of the living room, very tall, almost touching the chandelier. The usually modest and simple house seemed cramped and shabby in his presence.
Albert's appearance here was like a square peg in a round hole.
Lassie greeted Albert, "Albert, please come in!"
Albert walked to the sofa but stopped, frowning slightly. Yvette glanced at the sofa, which was casually draped with freshly collected clothes, probably yet to be folded by Lassie.
Yvette sensitively noticed the disgust emanating from Albert.
She bit her lip and explained softly, "These clothes are clean, just brought in."
Lassie then realized there was no place for Albert to sit on the sofa and quickly scooped up the clothes, saying, "You chat with Albert, I'll go make dinner."
"Okay," Yvette replied.
It wasn't until the sofa was cleared that Albert took a couple of steps forward and sat down. He sat casually, glancing up at her, seemingly signaling her to sit.
Yvette, wary of his sudden arrival, didn't want to be too close to him.
She took a step back and sat on a chair to the side.
Albert gave her a meaningful look.
Busy sounds came from the kitchen, and the old exhaust fan, used for many years, was so noisy that even the news on the TV was hard to hear, sparing them unnecessary conversation.
Lassie made an extra effort to add two more dishes.
The table was set with various dishes: roast meat, beef, pasta, and some everyday side dishes. Each dish was richly prepared, making for a very sumptuous meal for an ordinary family.
But these were not the kinds of dishes Albert liked.
He had been into fitness for years and had high standards for his food. He would never eat such greasy and salty things.
But Yvette didn't remind Lassie.
Whether Albert liked it or not, whether he wanted to eat their food, didn't matter anymore.
As expected, Albert barely touched his fork, occasionally picking up some greens and eating some high-fiber side dishes.
Lassie thought he was too polite to eat, so she immediately placed the beef in front of Albert.
Yvette didn't look up and said coldly, "He never eats this stuff, don't make it hard for him."
Her words made Lassie extremely embarrassed. She turned to Albert, "You don't like these? What do you like? I'll make it for you."
Albert gave Yvette a meaningful look, then politely replied, "No need. I'll eat anything."
Yvette didn't want to participate in their hypocritical politeness and lowered her head to eat.
Lassie couldn't hide her excitement. "Albert, last time we met was indeed rushed, and we didn't talk much. We're so happy you came today."
Last time, not only had they met outside, but Yvette and her family had also waited a long time for Albert. It was as if Lassie had forgotten all about it.
Lassie said, "You should come more often."
Albert replied, "Okay."
"I heard from Yvette that you pilots are very busy and it's hard to balance family life. Your bonuses must be pretty high, right?"
"Not bad, probably high for Luken."
Hearing this, Lassie's face lit up. "I heard you live in the East Side, such an expensive place. The mortgage must be high, right? I don't mean anything by it, just asking."
Lassie started asking about money again, something Albert hated the most.
Yvette thought he would lose his temper, but he calmly said, "The house is paid off, and I have some savings. Supporting Yvette should be no problem."
Lassie was very pleased and urged him to eat more.
Finally, dinner was over, and Lassie went to wash the dishes, leaving Yvette to accompany Albert.
He sat quietly, and Yvette's patience was wearing thin.
She asked impatiently, "Did you come to my house just to eat?"
Albert looked up. "Of course not."
Yvette glanced at Lassie, who was washing dishes loudly, ensuring she couldn't hear the conversation outside. Yvette then said, "If you have something to say, just say it."
Albert's eyes darkened. "Are you planning to take time off to get an abortion?"
Hearing this, Yvette realized his purpose was to monitor whether she would abort the baby.
It was surprising he was so concerned about the child in her womb.
Yvette thought mockingly, 'Does Albert want to use this child to fight for inheritance?'
Yvette composed herself and replied seriously, "I told you I want this child, and I won't abort it. You can rest assured, no need to monitor me like this."
Albert's lips curled into a slight smile, a cold laugh, "Why should I believe you?"
Yvette frowned. "What do you want? You can't possibly keep me under surveillance until the baby is born."
Albert looked up, his usually indifferent eyes now showing a hint of mockery. "I told you, I want you to move in with me."
Yvette couldn't help but retort, "I also said, I'm not going."
"Then I'll just come to check on you more often." Albert leaned back, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Is there a problem with me caring about my pregnant wife?"
