Chapter 28 Shane Summers'' n
Yvonne turned to look at the man in the audience. Her heart was racing as she felt both nervous
and apprehensive.
Henry nced at her indifferently, then turned his gaze to his assistant.
His gloomy eyes sent a chill down Joe’s spine, but Joe bit the bullet and carried on. "Mr. Lancaster,
Miss Frey picked your name, you see..."
"Did Shane make you do this?” Henry narrowed his eyes at Joe, his voice as cold as ice. 1
He already mentioned not to include his name in the box. 1
Now that his name was picked, someone was obviously behind this whole thing.
And in the entire party, only Shane dared to order Joe around aside from him.
Since Henry had figured it out, Joe simply hung his head and admitted the truth. "Indeed it was Dr.
Summers who asked me to do this."
"Hmph, seems like he’s really too free!” Henry scowled.
Joe rubbed his nose awkwardly, then threw a nce i n Yvonne''s direction. "Well, what do I do now,
Mr.
Lancaster? Miss Frey is still waiting. She would be very embarrassed if you refused to dance with
her."
"Since you already know, then why didn''t you think about the consequences before doing it?" Henry
had a n unpleasant expression on his face.
"I''m sorry, Mr. Lancaster. I know my mistake." Joe hung his head even lower.
"You won’t be getting a month worth of bonus. I''ll fire you on the spot if you repeat the same mistake
again!"
"Understood..." Joe epted his punishment with a serious expression, but was cursing at Shane
in his heart.
"Alright, carry on hosting the programme.” Henry ordered coldly, then went up to the stage.
Yvonne watched as Henry walked toward her, feeling a s though he was stepping on her heart with
every footstep he took.
She held her breath and greeted him. "Mr. Lancaster..."
Henry offered his hand. "Let’s go."
"W-Where?” Yvonne looked at his hand and didn''t dare to ept it.
"Aren''t we dancing? Or are you saying that you’re not willing?" Henry stared at her with his frosty
eyes.
"I''d be d to." Yvonne''s eyes lit up as she quickly epted his outstretched hand.
Her hand felt cold and a little sticky.
"Are you sweating?" Henry frowned at her.
Hearing the disgust in his voice, Yvonne nodded in embarrassment. "Maybe I should go wash my
hands.”
Since Yvonne wasn''t sure if Henry would dance with her, she was nervous the entire time.
And every time she was nervous, her palms would sweat.
"No need. Just wash them after we''re done dancing!" Henry took her hand and went off the stage
emotionlessly. As soon as they reached the center of the hall, the crowd automatically split into two
and parted to make more space for them.
When the music started ying, Henry led the dance. 1
Unbeknownst to them, the crowd had formed a ring around them, watching them dance in the
middle.
Yvonne tensed under the attention. She couldn''t rx at all and danced rather stiffly. Not only did
she look disgraceful, but she even stepped on Henry''s shoes several times.
The veins on Henry’s temple throbbed as his face turned as dark as ink. "What is wrong with you,
Yvonne Frey? Has the etiquette coach never taught you how to dance?” he hissed under his breath.
"She did..." Yvonne blushed and didn’t dare to look at Henry at all.
She knew how disgraceful she looked at this very moment, and the crowd was probablyughing at
her.
"Then why are you still dancing like this?" A scowl appeared on Henry''s handsome face.
Yvonne hung her head in shame and replied with an almost inaudible voice, "The coach only taught
me for a short while.”
"That''s not an excuse." Henry spun her around and frowned deeper. "Did you not practice by
yourself after that?"
"I..." Yvonne was at a loss for words.
Henry sneered. "Sounds like that''s a no. Fortunately n o one else knows that you are Mrs.
Lancaster.
Otherwise, you would have disgraced my family." 1
Yvonne''s body shook slightly as the light in her eyes suddenly dimmed. She felt hurt and sad.
So this was how he looked at her — an unpresentable wife.
Lte was right. His wife should be a woman who was as perfect as him.
Someone like her would only hinder him.
Yvonne bit her lip and felt the tip of her nose tingling. The rhythm of the dance slowed down but she
ended u p making frequent mistakes after that and went out of sync.
When Henry noticed her mistakes, he tried to guide her back to the rhythm. Yet, Yvonne just
couldn''t get i t. After a few failed attempts, he eventually gave up and just forced himself to patiently
complete the remaining dance.
As soon as the dance was over, he released Yvonne, then took out the decorative handkerchief in
his suit pocket and tried to wipe her sweat off his palms." Alright, it''s gettingte. I’ll get someone to
send you home.”
"Alright," Yvonne tried to force a smile.
Henry put his handkerchief away and left the banquet hall without even looking at her, then went off
to the lounge.
Shane was ying a game when he saw Henrying back and winked at him. "That was quick!"
Henry ignored him and went into the washroom with a sour face.
Shane shrugged it off and turned his attention back o n his phone. "Hurry, hurry! Take cover, take
cover! There''s a sniper on the opposite side...!"
Just when he was deeply immersed in the game, Henry came out after washing his hands then
snatched Shane''s phone away and tossed it on the coffee table. "Speak. Why did you make Joe do
that?"
"Oh, you figured that out?" Shane raised his eyebrow slightly.
Henry sat down across from him, ring daggers at him.
"Okay, okay, I''ll tell you. There''s no other reason, I just did all that for you.” Shane crossed his legs.
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Henry snorted coldly. "For me?”
"Yeah. Think about it, Yvonne is your wife. Can you stand it if she dances with other men?"
Henry was taken aback. He knitted his eyebrows together and tried to picture it. i
In the end, he realized that he couldn''t stand it.
"I’d say that I''m right, judging by the look on your face." Shane took his phone back and put it in his
pocket. "So you should be thanking me." 2
Henry pursed his lips. "Fine. Why haven''t you returned to the hospital yet?”
"I was waiting for you.” Shane pushed the gold-rimmed sses on the bridge of his nose as his
expression grew serious. “Seriously, have you talked about the bone marrow transnt with Yvonne
Frey?"
"I did.”
"How did she react then? Did she agree to do it?"
Henry massaged between his eyebrows. "No, she only said she’ll consider it."
"Consider it...?" Shane rubbed his chin. "Well, how much longer does she need? Jacqueline can''t
really wait that long. Her family was even asking me why she hadn''t gone for the surgery yet at
noon today." 2
"When is the prime time for the first operation?"
Henry narrowed his eyes.
Shane showed him his palm. "In less than five days. The earlier she gets the surgery done, the
easier we can control her white blood cell count and hence increasing the sess rate of the
second surgery."
"I got it. Go back to the hospital first. I''ll talk to Yvonne Frey after the party."
Since he said that, Shane had no objection to his suggestion. He stood up and straightened out his
clothes. "Alright then, I''ll be taking my leave now."
"Alright."
By the time the weing party ended, it was already eleven at night.
Henry returned to the vi to find that it was still brightly lit and he could faintly hear some noises
from the television in the living room.
It was sote already but she hadn’t slept yet?
Henry changed into slippers and went into the living room. He thought it was Yvonne watching a
show in the living room but discovered that it was Sue instead.
"You''re home, sir!" Sue seemed rather surprised to see him.
Henry put down his briefcase. "You haven''t slept yet, Sue?"
"It''s hard to fall asleep when you''re old, so I just stay u p instead and watch some shows," Sue
chuckled.
Henry nced around in the living room. "Where is Yvonne Frey?"