Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 178 Back to the Main Estate Alone

Henry was stunned.

He wanted to say that he was different from her. However, he could not vocalize the words, he just couldn't say it out loud.

Yvonne gently peeled one of her eyes open. She was roughly guessing what he was thinking just by looking at his expression. Then, she said coldly, "Mr. Lancaster, I think you just don’t realize that you're a jerk." 1

It was silly for her to still love this man who was such a jerk to her. 1

Even though she loved him, there was no way she could love him wholeheartedly like before.

Otherwise, she would feel sorry for her child who had only lived for two months.

It was Henry's first time hearing someone calling him a jerk and most surprisingly, it came from Yvonne.

Of course, he knew exactly what a jerk was.

But he never thought that he would be labeled as a jerk someday.

Was he a jerk? 2

Henry pursed his thin lips and gave it a thought.

Combined with what Sue and Elliot said, it seemed like he really was a jerk.

Just the thought of this made Henry's complexion change slightly. After a while, he still maintained his subtle expression without saying a word.

Hence, Yvonne did not say a word either.

Both of them went back to the villa in silence.

Sue sighed when saw Yvonne and Henry walk into the villa one after another without acknowledging each other.

They were the loveliest husband and wife, but they looked like total strangers now. Such a pity! 2

"Welcome home, sir and madam! What do you guys want to eat for dinner tonight?” Sue broke the cold atmosphere.

Yvonne shook her head. "Sue, I won't be having dinner as I've already had mine. I’m a little tired, so I’ll go get some rest first."

After that, she went straight upstairs.

Sue had no choice but to ask Henry again.

Henry looked puzzled and stared at the stairs without answering Sue.

Sue rolled her eyes and simply did not ask further. She then went back to the kitchen and prepared dinner by herself. 1

Right when she was about to serve dinner, no one was there.

Sue had no choice but to head upstairs to invite them for dinner personally.

After inviting Henry, Yvonne was next. But the both of them had great chemistry that they seemed to have made an agreement, saying that they had no appetite.

Sue didn't care to persuade Henry to eat even when he said he had no appetite. She was very worried about Yvonne.

"Madam, take a few bites at least. Although you've eaten, that was a few hours ago. You will be hungry at night if you don’t eat now. Your body needs to be extra taken care of. How can you not eat?" Sue persuaded while knocking on the door.

Yvonne sat on the bed, looking at the divorce agreement that she brought home and said, "It's fine, Sue. I’m not hungry and I really don't have the appetite right now. Stop persuading me."

"But..."

"Alright, Sue. Just let it be!" Yvonne interrupted her.

Sue had no choice but to give up and go downstairs.

Yvonne sighed softly and suddenly, she felt reluctant t o leave Sue, Grandpa, and this villa that brought her much happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy.

But what could she do about it? This place was not her home, and she was destined to leave this place.

In the past, she regarded this place as her home and a safe haven. But now she knew that this was only a guest house where she stayed for a period of time.

Yvonne had the urge to cry when she thought of those memories. But she resisted and flattened the wrinkled divorce agreement, then leaned forward to take a pen from the drawer. She signed her name on the document.

It wasn't easy to sign it. Her hands were trembling and her signature looked terrible, crooked like a reptile.

After signing the divorce agreement, she kept the document in the paper file and locked it in the drawer along with the pen so Henry would not find it.

She planned to bring the divorce agreement out when she was leaving so Henry could sign it. She couldn't bring it out now because she was afraid that Henry would not sign the document but tear it instead.

Yvonne hid the keys to the drawer safely. She then rubbed her cheeks, picked up the phone beside her bed, and dialed a number. "Grandpa.’’

The old man’s kind voice could be heard from the other end of the line. "It’s you, Yvonne. What's the matter? Why are you calling me at this hour?"

Yvonne pinched her palms and tried her best to keep her calm just like how she usually spoke to the old man. "Grandpa, there's something that I need to tell you. But I want to tell you in person. Can I come over t o the main estate tomorrow?"

If she decided to tell the old man about her divorce with Henry now, he would definitely rush over immediately.

He was getting old and Yvonne was worried about having him travel around.

"What is so important that you need to tell me in person? Can't you tell me on the phone?" The old man's expression turned serious.

Technically, things that needed to be discussed in person were clearly something serious.

Yvonne felt the sadness in her eyes and she lowered her eyelids. She replied, "Well, it is not clear on the phone. It’s better to talk about it in person."

"In this case, come over to my place then. Let Henry send you here. Just in time for both of you to have a meal with me," the old man agreed.

Yvonne was a little embarrassed and lied, "I'm afraid this is not possible. Hen...Henry has business to attend to for tomorrow. It will only be me."

"Well then, we will eat together next time," the old man sighed in regret.

Yvonne silently apologized to the old man in her heart, "Alright then. Get an early rest, Grandpa.”

After hanging up the phone, Yvonne fell weakly on the bed as if her energy had been sucked out from her body. She stared at the ceiling with her red eyes with tears slowly sliding down the corners of both eyes.

She finally took the step to voice it out!

She could finally tell the old man about the divorce!

At this moment, Yvonne cried and laughed about her forthcoming divorce!

Henry saw Yvonne's expression when he came into the bedroom after finishing his work. He subconsciously stopped to stand at the door and stared at her.

If it was in the past, he would definitely have said to her, "Yvonne Frey, are you crazy?” But seeing her in this way right now, he felt a little uncomfortable and h e couldn't say such a thing.

Finally, Yvonne was tired of crying and she fell asleep. Henry walked towards the bed stiffly. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

He gazed at her with his slightly confused and anxious eyes.

For some reason, she was so close to him, but yet he felt that she was so far away from him. The thought of it made him panic.

"Yvonne Frey!" He came to his senses and screamed her name.

Yvonne's body was shocked and it curled up, but she did not wake up.

This movement of hers actually calmed Henry's flustered heart down.

He was really stunned for a moment. She was obviously next to him, but he felt that she would be

gone in the next second.

Henry pinched his eyebrows tiredly. It seemed that he hadn’t slept well in the past few days that he had hallucinations.

After adjusting his mentality quickly, Henry stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of Yvonne's eyes. He then got a hot towel from the washroom and continued to wipe those tears bit by bit. Once he was done, he left the room quietly as if he had never entered it.

Yvonne was not aware of all these happenings.

It was already morning when she woke up. She washed up and went downstairs for a quick breakfast, then took off to the main estate.

Perhaps she arrived way too early, but the old man was still having his breakfast. Upon seeing Yvonne’s arrival, he invited her to have breakfast together.

Yvonne simply didn’t dare to reject the old man’s request, so she sat down obediently to eat.

After breakfast, the old man took her to his study room. "Tell me. Why have you come looking for Grandpa?"