Chapter 95 Suspicion
Albert suddenly hugged Yvette, making her heart skip a beat. She instinctively stepped back, but his strong arms held her tight.
In the struggle, Yvette almost fell. Albert's long arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into his embrace.
Panicked, Yvette looked up and met Albert's intense gaze. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were filled with complex emotions.
Albert's arm around her waist was warm, giving her a strange sense of comfort.
Maybe it was the suddenness of the hug, but Yvette found herself sinking into it.
His strong embrace felt like it could solve all her problems.
But soon, Yvette snapped back to reality. This hug wasn't meant to solve her problems.
She swallowed hard and pushed Albert away.
Yvette pushed him with all her strength, causing herself to wobble. Her usually clear eyes were now hollow, looking at Albert with reservation.
"You don't need to comfort me because of the baby, and you definitely shouldn't force yourself to be nice to me because of it."
She didn't want to develop feelings that would complicate things.
Albert's smile quickly faded. His lips pressed tightly together, his eyes turning cold.
He looked down at her, watching her disheveled and defensive. His lips curled up slightly, but his expression remained cold.
"Yvette, you think I'm doing this for the baby?"
Albert's voice was low and questioning.
"Of course," Yvette said, clenching her fists, trying to suppress her emotions.
"You're right," Albert said coldly, then looked away.
The two fell into an awkward silence, with the atmosphere tense.
Albert walked Yvette back to the office building, then left without a word.
Yvette watched Albert's tall figure slowly walk away, his silhouette becoming blurred in the light and shadow, as if he were merging into the backlight, his whole body seemingly gilded with a golden edge.
Beautiful, yet unreachable.
Yvette bit her lip. She really missed that warm hug.
When he hugged her, she felt his care and sincerity. Even when Lassie caused trouble, he gave her confidence and warmth.
But she didn't dare to think too much or linger, afraid of developing inappropriate thoughts.
Like the past two years, trapping herself until she was almost suffocating.
If it wasn't for unwavering love, she would rather not have any fleeting feelings at all.
In the evening, Violet squinted slightly as she looked at the sunset outside the window, still thinking about what the jewelry store owner had said.
The owner had shown her the engraving on the pendant. Inside, there were two nearly invisible letters.
Because it was so blurry, Violet used a magnifying glass to confirm the letters, "Y O."
'Y, O'.
Violet was puzzled. Who could this be? Someone they knew?
She pondered for a moment, then froze as a name popped into her mind.
Yvette Orlando?
Violet's breath caught, and she immediately dismissed the thought.
Although Yvette had gone to the same high school as her and Albert, they had almost no interaction. Violet barely remembered her.
If it was really Yvette, why hadn't she mentioned it after all these years?
Violet hurried to the bookshelf, opened a cabinet, and found the alumni yearbook. She flipped to the class photo and searched for Yvette.
Looking at Yvette's delicate high school face, the more Violet looked, the more familiar it seemed.
Violet suddenly gasped, fragments of memories by the pool flashing through her mind. Everything seemed to fall into place.
Just then, Violet's phone rang. It was the jewelry store owner.
"Your necklace is fixed, and I've melted the damaged letters as you requested. Do you want to re-engrave it?"
"Yes."
"Do you still want the previous 'Y O'?"
Violet paused, her pale lips pressing together and answered, "I want to change the letters."
Victor was also thinking about who 'Y O' could be.
He hadn't slept well, preoccupied with the matter. Clearly, it was Albert's business, but he kept having strange dreams all night.
This 'Y O' was obviously not Violet, but Victor remembered Albert mentioning the necklace, saying it was from someone he liked.
At that time, everyone had teased him, telling him just to be honest. If it was Violet, just say it. Why mention someone he liked?
Now it seemed the person Albert liked was someone else?
Then why had Violet been wearing this necklace for years, treating it as a treasure?
With these questions in mind, Victor came to work with dark circles under his eyes.
As soon as Steve saw him, he joked, "Mr. Thomas, what were you up to last night? Take it easy!"
Victor cursed at him, but his eyes were fixed on Albert.
Albert stood with a sullen face, his cold eyes staring off into the distance. Only when he felt Victor's gaze did he glance at him, letting out a light snort.
"If you're here to talk about Violet, save it."
With that, Albert turned and walked away.
"No, it's something else!" Victor quickly followed, afraid of losing him.
Albert finally stopped. "What is it?"
Victor hesitated. Violet's condition made him afraid to reveal the truth directly, but he also didn't dare to keep it from him.
After some deliberation, Victor decided to clarify things first.
"I remember you had an accident before, and your memory is a bit fuzzy, especially about certain things?"
Albert frowned, looking at Victor with confusion. "Yes, why?"
Victor hesitated even more. He thought about the letters on the necklace that had been haunting him all night and cautiously asked.
"Do you know anyone whose initials are 'Y O'?"
Albert almost immediately responded, "Yvette Orlando?"
