Chapter 81 Yvette, Who Are You Flirting with?
Yvette's sudden irritated question left Albert momentarily at a loss for words. He gazed at Yvette, not angry, just puzzled.
He had just asked casually, why was Yvette reacting so strongly?
"Why are you so resistant when I ask about you?" Albert asked.
Yvette looked up at the man in front of her, the room bathed in dim light. Albert, dressed in a formal suit, seemed out of place in her room. Even his presence here made her feel uneasy.
Albert had never shown interest in her before, and now, when they were about to part ways, he suddenly became curious. She was afraid he would continue to infiltrate her life, making it difficult for her to escape.
Thinking of the times she had hoped and then been disappointed by Albert, Yvette did not want to go through that again.
She feared Albert's approach and feared even more that she wouldn't be able to resist.
"What's the point of you asking these questions?" Yvette stared into his eyes and questioned, "We've always kept our distance, haven't we? Why suddenly start caring about my life? Doing these unnecessary things just makes me feel troubled!"
'Troubled.' This word echoed in Albert's ears.
Yvette's words annoyed Albert. He cared about her, and she felt troubled by it.
Albert's jaw tightened, and his gaze grew cold.
He pondered, 'Was asking these questions unnecessary and troubling for her? Who wouldn't trouble her by asking? Was it that doctor she ran eagerly to?'
Albert's deep eyes darkened, and his face turned grim.
He was just asking casually, getting to know her better; after all, she was his wife, the mother of his future children.
Did she think he truly wanted to care about her past? He had no interest in prying into others' privacy.
Albert sneered, "I'm just checking. Do you need to read so much into it?"
She was always like this. Yvette lowered her gaze and began to self-reflect.
She always overinterpreted Albert's every move and look, let alone such easily misunderstood "caring questions."
Albert's words were like a cold shower, waking her from her wild thoughts.
He was right; only she had always been affected by him, losing and gaining over trivial matters.
Albert had just asked casually, maybe to avoid awkwardness since they would soon share this narrow bed. She had wishfully thought he wanted to care for her.
It was really embarrassing.
Yvette lowered her gaze, a self-mocking smile on her lips. She turned her head and began to tidy up the bed, no longer dwelling on the question.
"Find an excuse to go home later," Yvette said.
Albert frowned. "Why?"
Yvette's hands didn't stop, her tone still calm. "Your presence makes me uncomfortable."
Let alone sharing the same bed, being so close.
Yvette's words made Albert, already unsettled, even more agitated. She was now so bluntly rejecting him.
Was this the gentle, obedient Yvette speaking to him?
Albert's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his fists clenched, suppressing his burgeoning anger.
He didn't understand why he had come to such a place, only to be driven away by Yvette's disgusted tone.
Why would he do such a self-degrading thing?
Albert's face turned stern, his aura instantly cold. "As you wish."
He gave a cold laugh and slammed Yvette's door shut as he left.
Listening to Lassie anxiously trying to keep Albert in the living room, Yvette went to the door and locked it.
She buried herself under the covers, ignoring Lassie's knocking.
After a while, Lassie seemed to tire and angrily left her door. Only then did Yvette breathe a sigh of relief.
Although Albert's final anger made her a bit nervous, it was much better than sharing a room and bed with him.
Yvette lay in bed, dazed, her emotions calmed.
Her phone buzzed with a message.
Yvette opened it; it was from Wyatt.
Wyatt: [Yvette, I heard from Mr. Wilson that you're preparing for an interview at the Central Hospital?]
Yvette thought for a moment and replied: [Yes.]
Soon, Wyatt's message came back.
Wyatt: [Why don't you come to the Civil Aviation General Hospital? Join my team, we're classmates, it would be easy to work together.]
Thinking of Wyatt's recent kindness and help, Yvette felt conflicted. They were classmates, friends, but couldn't be lovers.
Wyatt was too outstanding; she shouldn't pretend not to know, greedily enjoying his kindness.
Yvette thought for a moment, then carefully edited a message and sent it.
Yvette: [Thank you for your care recently. Knowing you like me has fulfilled my vanity. But let's be rational, we're not suitable, you deserve a better girl.]
The message was sent, and the reply came almost instantly.
Wyatt: [Are you protecting my self-esteem? Do you think I'm that fragile?]
Yvette looked at the screen and could almost imagine Wyatt's teasing expression.
She smiled and replied: [I wouldn't dare think that.]
Wyatt: [But you did hurt me, how do you plan to make it up to me?]
'Make it up? He sure know how to seize the opportunity!'
Yvette thought about it, just about to reply when her phone buzzed twice more with another message.
Yvette opened it; it was from Albert.
Albert: [My access card fell on your desk.]
Yvette frowned, put down her phone, got up, and put on her slippers, planning to check.
But as soon as her hand touched the door handle, she stopped.
Going out now, if Lassie saw her, she would surely face a lecture, even insults.
Even if she got the access card now, would she have to deliver it to Albert?
Besides, his home was in a high-end community with facial recognition and a butler; he didn't need the access card. Was he just looking for trouble?
He was really inexplicable today.
Yvette returned to bed, opened the chat and replied: [I'll mail it to you.]
Thinking she hadn't yet replied to Wyatt, Yvette opened the other chat.
Yvette: [So, Mr. Randel, how do you want me to make it up to you?]
She replied too quickly, not noticing she sent the messages to the wrong people.
Putting the phone aside, Yvette glanced at the time, thinking it wasn't too late to prepare for the interview when she received another reply.
Albert's name appeared on the screen.
She pondered, 'He replied faster than Wyatt?'
Yvette opened it and read: [Yvette, who are you flirting with?]
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