Chapter 112 A Different Kind Of Appeal


    Yvonne pulled a long face. "I forgot my pajamas...”


    "You''re making a mountain out of a molehill for this?" A frown etched itself between Henry''s brows.


    Her exmation made him think that something bad had happened.


    "But... I don''t know what I''m wearing tonight." Yvonne covered her face with both hands, feeling


    utterly embarrassed. She had already set her clothes aside for remembrance day when she went


    upstairs to pack. How on earth did she forget her pajamas?


    Her memory was horrible! Yvonne despised herself inwardly.


    Henry nced at her in disdain as well. "You''re hopeless!" 2


    He went toward the wardrobe and tossed her a white shirt he retrieved.


    Yvonne caught it in a frantic way. "This is..."


    "Wear it as your pajamas," said Henry.


    Yvonne''s mouth fell open. "But these are your clothes!"


    "So you don''t want it?" Henry fixed his gaze on her.


    Yvonne swallowed. "No, I''m just not used to it..."


    She did not expect him to let her wear his clothes -his shirt that was the closest to his unclothed


    body too at that.


    "Put it back since you''re not used to it then." Henry shifted his gaze away from Yvonne.


    Yvonne quickly guarded the garment in her embrace." No need for that. I''ll get used to it very soon."


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    She then fled to the bathroom. It was a rare opportunity for her to be able to wear his shirt so she


    wasn''t going to give up the chance.


    Closing the bathroom door, Yvonne let out a loose sigh and looked down at the shirt in her hands.


    There were a few obvious wrinkles on the fabric since she had been hugging it. She hastily spread


    the garment and smoothed down the wrinkles fondly. 1


    Luckily, the shirt was made of real silk. The lines were ttened after a few tugs. With a soft smile,


    Yvonne seemed to have thought of something as she sneaked a peek toward the door. When she


    made sure that the door was shut, she emboldened herself to stick her nose out and take a whiff of


    the shirt.


    Thinking that she could smell the lingering scent of the man or his cologne, there was no scent


    detected 0 n the shirt.


    Yvonne was quick to realize that Henry had never worn this shirt. It was brand new. She was both


    dismayed and embarrassed. Dismayed, because she was unable to find traces of Henry on the shirt


    while embarrassed, because she was sniffing for the man''s scent like a pervert just now!


    "Mm..." Yvonne groaned in shame with palms over her heating and blushing cheeks.


    If Henry caught her red-handed just now, he might despise her even more!


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    Yvonne squatted down to get herself together until she could not feel her cheeks heating up or


    herself wallowing in the awkwardness anymore before she stood up again and removed her clothes


    to shower.


    Over ten minutester, she came out of the bathroom d in Henry''s shirt.


    "Henry..."


    When Henry looked up following the voice, he froze as he saw nothing else in his line of vision


    except the figure that was making her way toward him.


    His shirt was too big on Yvonne. It looked baggy on her petite frame, like a kid wearing adult


    clothing. She was holding the cors tight to prevent the shirt from slipping down her shoulders.


    It was Henry’s first time seeing this Yvonne Frey. Her usually average look exuded a different kind


    of appeal right now. It seemed like this woman was not as bad a s he had thought.


    Henry’s gaze darkened a little as he swallowed.


    His heated gaze made Yvonne nervous as she held her cors with one hand and pulled at the


    shirt’s hem with another. "Henry, I''m done with the shower."


    "Mm," the man hummed hoarsely.


    Yvonne peeked at the book in his hands. "Do you want to take a shower now?"


    "In a bit. You can go to bed first." Henry flipped a page.


    Yvonne made a sound of acknowledgment. "I’ll be sleeping first then. You should sleep early too."


    "I know."


    Without making another reply, Yvonne headed for the bed. She plugged the hairdryer on the


    nightstand to dry her hair, making Henry turn to look at her. When h e saw that her attention was not


    on him, he closed the book and went to the bathroom.


    By the time Henry was done showering, Yvonne was groggily falling asleep.


    He stalked over to her and looked down at her from the side of the bed. "Yvonne Frey!"


    "What is it?" Yvonne responded with a soft murmur.


    "Nothing, go ahead and sleep." Henry peeled the covers and slipped into bed himself.


    He just wanted to check if she was really asleep.


    Receiving the green light that nothing was the matter, Yvonne wiggled a little in bed before closing


    her eyes t o continue her slumber. Henry took her into his arms and turned off the light.


    The night went by peacefully.


    The next day, Yvonne was woken up by the family residence''s servants to an empty bed. She went


    to wash up in the bathroom with a yawn and came out to see the servant housekeeping the room.


    "Uh..." She was at a loss as to how to address the servant.


    The servant smiled. "Please feel free to ask any questions, madam!"


    "Do you know where Henry is?" Yvonne queried.


    The servant nodded. "Sir''s gone to receive the rtives of the Lancasters."


    "Rtives?" Yvonne was puzzled.


    The servant exined, "They''re Lancasters of the branched out families."


    "I see. Do I have to go as well then?" Yvonne asked in uncertainty.


    As Henry''s wife, it felt like she should be with him when he had gone to wee those people.


    "Madam, you don’t have to. Sir''s specifically instructed that you stay in the room lest those people


    put you in a tough spot before he left," the servant answered respectfully.


    Yvonne blinked. "Did Henry really say so?"


    "Yes."


    Heaving a sigh of relief, Yvonne replied, "I understand,


    thank you.”


    It was good that she did not have to meet those people. She did not know a single one of them. She


    would not know how to address them if she had gone anyway, so she might as well stay in the


    room.


    "Madam, would you like to have your breakfast in the room or the dining room then?” asked the


    servant.


    Yvonnebed her hair, seated in front of the dresser. "The room, please."


    "Alright." The servant obliged and left the room.


    After a while, breakfast was served.


    Yvonne got changed and began to help herself with the meal when her phone rang halfway through.


    Putting the cutlery down and picking the ringing device up, Jacqueline''s name blinked on the


    screen.


    Wearing a frown between her brows, Yvonne hung up the call without answering it. Jacqueline was


    questioning the world every time she called anyway, o r asking about Henry''s whereabouts. It did


    not matter that she hung up.


    Yvonne ced her phone down to continue her breakfast but it was as if Jacqueline had sworn to


    not give her peace. She called again not two minutester.


    With a pout, Yvonne decided there and then to switch her phone off.


    "Ah, finally some peace..." she mumbled to herself.


    The servant heard it and asked in concern, "Madam, is it a spam call?"


    "Yeah.” Yvonne nodded.


    "Is there a need to inform sir?"


    "No, no, it’s nothing big. No need to tell Henry."


    "No need to tell me what?" Henry''s voice rang from the door before he stepped in with his lofty


    build. He was wearing his remembrance day attire too.


    Yvonne scrutinized his clothes and realized that it looked simr to hers. It felt like they were


    wearing matching outfits.


    "We were talking about the phone call. Someone called me just now." She looked at him.


    Henry caught a sense of resentment in her gaze and could not help arching a brow. "Who was it?"