Chapter 82 Albert's Troubles
Yvette was taken aback, realizing that she might have been too tired earlier and didn't see the name clearly.
When replying, she mixed up the messages for the two people.
On the screen, Albert's message, although not containing any curse words, was very harsh. She was certain it wasn't her being sensitive; he really had a habit of maliciously interpreting her actions.
Yvette pressed her lips together coldly, thinking about how to respond.
At that moment, her phone vibrated again, and another message popped up.
Wyatt had also replied.
Wyatt: [What are you trying to send me?]
The difference between the two messages was striking.
Yvette decided to reply to Wyatt first: [I sent it to the wrong person. There's nothing to send to you. How about I treat you to a meal sometime?]
After replying to Wyatt, Yvette then responded to Albert.
She didn't want to argue with him, nor did she feel the need to explain. After thinking for a moment, she replied: [The last message wasn't meant for you. Also, I'll send your access card to you.]
With the holiday rush, the company's flight schedule was packed. After back-to-back high-stress flights, Albert was nearing his overtime limit and was mandated to take some downtime.
In the large living room, the gray floor and cool-toned lights made the room feel even more desolate.
The TV was playing the news on repeat, making the background noise somewhat annoying.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was a bustling city nightscape, with neon lights changing colors in the distance, making Albert irritably run his hand through his hair.
Yvette's cold message on his phone was in stark contrast to the playful tone of the previous one.
Albert didn't reply, and Yvette didn't care.
The intercom suddenly rang.
Albert frowned. Who would be visiting at this hour?
Looking puzzled, Albert got up from the sofa and walked towards the door.
On the intercom screen was a strange man.
Albert was confused. 'Who's this person?'
The man on the intercom screen was fiddling with his phone, and the next second, Albert's phone rang.
Noticing an unfamiliar number, he picked up the call. "Hello, this is the delivery service. Could you please open the door? I have a package for you that requires your signature."
Albert's lips pressed into a thin line, his face darkening even more.
Yvette's actions were swift; she said she'd send it, and it arrived that very night.
Taking the access card delivered to his home by the courier, Albert impatiently closed the door.
His expression was so grim that it scared the courier.
After Albert signed for the item, the courier quickly left.
Albert sat back heavily on the sofa.
Looking at his access card, he was very displeased.
It seemed she really didn't want to have any contact with him. Was she worried that he would use the access card as an excuse to meet her?
She was really drawing a clear line.
Thinking about how close she was with Wyatt, talking to him with such affection, like a girl in love.
Albert irritably unbuttoned a few buttons, his movements were rough as he tugged at his collar.
After sitting for a while, he got up to take a shower.
These things weren't worth his frustration at all.
Violet and Victor arranged to meet at a coffee shop near Victor's house.
Seeing Victor walk in, Violet immediately stood up and signaled him over. "Over here. I've already ordered coffee for you."
Victor sat down, noticing the ice in the coffee hadn't melted yet. He replied, "Thanks."
Violet said, "No need to be polite with me."
Victor asked, "Is there something you need?"
Seated across from each other, Violet gave a nod, a hint of embarrassment crossing her features. She nervously fiddled with her handbag strap, pausing a beat before she spoke.
"I did have something I wanted to ask for your help with."
"What is it? Just say it." Victor asked, confused.
Violet looked at Victor with her long lashes, speaking softly, "Albert doesn't want to see me now, so I was hoping you could help me arrange a meeting with him."
Victor was taken aback, shaking his head awkwardly. "I can help with other things, but I really can't help with this."
Violet had anticipated the refusal, but she still pleaded, "I'm really at my wit's end. If I could arrange a meeting with him myself, I wouldn't be bothering you."
"Really, I can't." Victor still refused. "You two should keep me out of it. You're both my friends, and I think you still have feelings for each other, so splitting up would be a shame. But the last few times I helped you, it made Albert upset with me. I can't get involved in your matters anymore."
Thinking about how Albert had been unhappy with him for meddling in their affairs, Victor sighed, "Don't make it hard for me. I'm really scared."
Albert was always decisive about relationships. When he was willing to be friends, he would help unconditionally. But once he found out Victor was interfering in their relationship, he immediately started distancing himself.
Victor really didn't dare side with Violet anymore.
Victor's refusal was so firm that Violet felt her last glimmer of hope fading. Feeling desperate, she couldn't help but cry.
She looked at Victor pleadingly, making a last effort.
"I'm begging you. I can't stand it if he won't see me. You're the only one who can help me."
Violet had always been proud, but now, for Albert, she was crying helplessly in public.
Victor frowned, his face showing a hint of pity.
The next morning, Albert had a flight to catch. As he was about to change his shoes, his eyes fell on the access card on the table.
Albert's jaw tightened slightly. He picked up the access card, opened a drawer, and tossed it in.
He slammed the drawer shut, turned around, and changed his shoes to leave.
Just as he entered the elevator, Victor's call came through.
"What do you want?" Albert said coldly.
Victor paused, "Are you in a bad mood?"
"I'm not in a bad mood. Say what you need to say."
Victor's voice lowered a bit, as if testing him. "Some friends are planning a get-together tonight. Are you coming?"
"I'm not coming."
"You really are in a bad mood. If you're in a bad mood, you should come and hang out. We've had a few get-togethers, and you haven't joined any. It's about time you did." Victor suggested.
"I'm not going." Albert's face was expressionless. "I don't like hanging out with that crowd, and I don't like chaotic environments either. Flirting while drunk is extremely boring."
As he spoke, Albert raised his hand, ready to hang up.
"It's just a get-together since we haven't seen each other in a while. No one is flirting. Several of them are bringing their families. It's just a meal." Victor said.
Albert's finger paused, ready to hang up.
Then he replied, "Send the time and place to my phone."
