Chapter 31 Argument
Wyatt bluntly replied, "Yes."
His resolute answer echoed in Yvette's ears.
Without hesitation, Wyatt provided his response, his expression firm and impassioned.
Yvette was momentarily speechless. She had never been chosen so decisively before. Her emotions were complex, and her eyes began to redden uncontrollably.
Yvette rebutted, "I spoke without thinking."
She instinctively sought an escape, but Wyatt didn't give her that opportunity.
Wyatt recalled, "At first, I didn't pay attention to you, not until that one time during the group draw. Among dozens of numbers, both of us drew 12."
He leaned in, locking eyes with her. His voice was resolute, crisp like a clear spring.
He continued, "From that moment, I was certain we were fated. My group never had girls, but I wanted you."
Wyatt's details from the past were distant to Yvette. Her heart held no space for anyone besides Albert.
What she disregarded, someone else held dear. It stirred a strange sensation within her.
Unable to confront Wyatt's forceful confession, Yvette only felt a sense of awkwardness.
Yvette pleaded, "Please stop. I'm already married."
With that, she turned to leave.
As soon as she turned around, she noticed Albert standing behind her, though she was unsure when he had appeared. His deep eyes stared at her, sending a shiver down her spine.
All the windows in the corridor were shut, and no breeze stirred the air.
On this gloomy day, the clouds outside hung low. The air felt damp, and the only scent she could detect was that of disinfectant.
He strode over suddenly, not waiting for her reaction, and gripped her wrist tightly.
"I have something to ask you," said Albert.
Yvette stumbled at his abrupt movement. Before she could resist, Wyatt had already grabbed Albert's arm.
"She didn't say she wanted to leave," Wyatt interjected.
Albert, showing a hint of impatience, didn't even glance at Wyatt and simply tried to take Yvette away.
The two men engaged in a subtle power struggle. Before long, the veins on the backs of their hands bulged.
Albert didn't release his grip, turning his head slowly to look at Wyatt.
"Let go," he said.
Wyatt maintained his polite smile throughout, and insisted, "I've said, she doesn't want to go with you."
Albert's gaze shifted between Yvette and Wyatt, his expression growing more serious.
"This is between my wife and I," he said and emphasized the word "wife."
"Sorry, I only listen to her," Wyatt retorted, remaining indifferent.
The three of them stood there, their posture strange. The atmosphere was somewhat awkward.
Yvette stood there, Albert's hand gripping her wrist tightly. She felt as if her limbs had lost their strength, her mind a bit dizzy.
Her thoughts seemed like smoke rings, initially having some shape but eventually dissipating without a trace.
After a long time, she finally reacted and made a decision.
She smiled and looked up at Wyatt, saying, "Wait here for me, I'll be right back."
This simple and polite sentence indicated she had made her choice.
A trace of disappointment flashed across Wyatt's face. His handsome features turned somewhat somber, and he lowered his voice, hiding his disappointment.
Wyat asked, "Are you sure, Yvette?"
Yvette pressed her lips together, and reassured, "Yes, I'm sure."
The two stood on an empty skybridge. Albert leaned his elbow on the railing, remaining silent. His furrowed brows and tightly pressed lips revealed his current mood.
Yvette saw Albert's profile, and her mind recalled the scene she saw in the hospital. He had the same serious expression then, but the difference was that his eyes were filled with concern at that time.
The person he accompanied was different, so his mood was different.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel wronged and wanted to cry. Staring at the ground for a long time, she tried hard not to reveal her true emotions.
He turned to look at Yvette, his face bearing an imperceptible stoicism. Several times, he attempted to speak, yet remained silent.
After waiting for a moment, Yvette, seeing that he was still not speaking, took the initiative to break the silence.
Yvette said, "What is it that you want to say? Please, just say it."
He took out a pack of cigarettes, pulling one out. He glanced at Yvette and then put the cigarette back.
Albert inquired, "Did you have an accident a few days ago?" His voice was hoarse and deep, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
Yvette hadn't expected him to ask about this matter, a wry smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
Should she be grateful that Albert knew about the incident and had come to inquire about it?
Suppressing her complex emotions, she nodded. "Yes."
Albert's gaze lingered on Yvette's face. Although they were close, it felt as if a thin mist separated them.
Albert asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"
His question deepened the bitterness in Yvette's words. But she didn't blame or express anger, for she had no right to.
She simply smiled and said, "I called you."
Albert furrowed his brow, showing clear concern. He remarked, "You didn't mention the accident on the phone."
"You said you were busy," she countered. How could she have continued after that?
The first sting of darkness creeping into Yvette's gradually dimming expression hit Albert. In all this time, she appeared to have never complained about his unfair treatment.
Upon careful reflection, it seemed he had never really done anything to help her.
His voice grew somewhat hoarse. "Are you okay? Were you hurt?" Albert asked.
She clenched her fingers, her short nails digging into her palm. The pain made her a bit more clear-headed.
She felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on her chest, making it hard to breathe. She didn't want to recall those events, but he forced her to remember those painful scenes.
Yvette replied indifferently, "I'm fine, I wasn't hurt."
Albert continued to ask, "Then... how did you get home that day?"
Yvette simply answered, "Sylvia came to pick me up."
Albert looked at her with a complex expression. He reached out his hand and touched her cheek. His hand was cold, making her shiver.
Yvette instinctively stepped back, her resistance clear.
"If you don't have anything else, I'll be on my way," Yvette said, gesturing to Wyatt, who was still waiting. "My colleagues are still waiting for me."
Albert gazed at Wyatt in the distance, his gentle expression gradually dissipating.
His body leaned forward gradually, his tall frame looming over her. A newfound sense of oppression pushed her step by step toward the corner.
Albert asked, with a hint of hidden jealousy, "Are you planning to continue reminiscing with that man?"
Yvette met his gaze. She sensed an odd and distant expression in his eyes.
"What do you want to say?" she inquired.
Albert, with a cold look, his usually aloof demeanor now tinged with displeasure, said, "Yvette, no man can tolerate his wife discussing post-divorce plans with another man."
Unperturbed, Yvette smiled and retorted, "What about women? Can any woman accept seeing her husband escorting another woman to the hospital?"
