Chapter17


    Halfanhouter,ackMaybachpulledupattheentranceofastandalonevi.


    ThehouseholdstaffwereshockedtoseeWilsoncarryingayoundyoutofthecar.Theireyeswidenedinaninstant.


    ThiswasWilson’sprivateresidence.Theyhadbeenworkinghereforalongtime,yetitwasthefirsttimetheyhadseenWilsonbringsomeoneover,letalonedy.


    this.”Hisvoicewaschilling.Ot


    Sensingtheirastonishment,Wilsonlookedatthem withahintofwarning.“Don’tletGrandmaknowaboutthis.”sentshiversdownthestaffmembers’spines


    KnowingMartha’stemperament,ifshefoundouthebroughtayoundyhome,shewoulddefinitelelookingforher.Thatmightscare


    Yvette.


    “Yes,Mr.Quinn.We’llkeepourmouthsshut.Mrs.QuinnSenior won’tknowathing,”thehouseholdstaffhurriedlyassured.


    “Good”WilsonnoddedandgentlycarriedYvetteintothehouse.


    “Mr.Quinn,peoplewhoaredrunkusuallyfeelufortable.Letushelpwipeherface.”


    “Noneed,”Wilsonrefusedcoldly.“I’lldoitmyself.”N?velDrama.Org owns this.


    Rightnow,nooneelsecouldgetclosetoherbesideshim.Onlyhecouldwipeherface.


    Hearingthis,thehouseholdstaffwereevenmoreastonished.Theygapedincredulouslyatthesceneunfoldingbeforethem.


    Wilsonwantedtowipetheyoundy’sfacehimself?


    “Isthereaproblem?”


    Wilsonncedover,andthehouseholdstaffquicklysuppressed theirshockandwenttopreparetowelsandotheritems,


    Justthen,Yvettewhimperedandsnuggledufortablyagainsthim


    “What’swrong?”Wilsonimmediatelyloweredhisheadtolookather.Hishandsomefaceshowedahintofseriousness.


    “Itdoesn’tfeelgoodhere…”Yvettereacheduptotouchherhead.Hervoicewaspitiful,tuggingathisheartstrings.


    “Youhaveaheadache?


    Wilsonraisedhishandandgentlymassagedherhead.Ashenarrowedhiseyes,hewasdeterminedtoholdCollinountableforthis


    Feelingthfortablepressureonherhead,Yvetterxedhertightlyfurrowedbrowsandobedientlyleanedintohisembracetoenjoythe


    “Mr.Quinn,thetowelsareready.”


    Thehouseholdstaffwerequicktoprepareeverything.Whentheywalkedinandsawthisscene,theywereshocked,eventhoughtheyhadalreadymentally preparedthemselves.


    Theycouldn’tbelievethatWilsonwasactuallymassagingtheyoundy’shead.Therewasnoimpatienceinhiseyes,onlytenderness.Hedoted onthdyinhisarmslikenooneelse.


    ItseemedthattheQuinnfamilywouldsoonhaveanevdy


    “Alright,youcanallleave,”Wilsonorderedcasually.HethengentlycedYvetteonthevelvetbedandreachedouttowringthetoweldry,preparingtowipeherface.


    However,Yvettewasn’tcooperative,nomatterhowhecoaxedher.


    Wilsonfelthelplessforthefirsttime.Heraisedhiseyebrowshelplesslyandlookedatherfacewithagentlegaze.


    “Ifyoudon’tbehave,I’llhavetopunishyou.”Hisdeepandpleasantvoicewassoaffectionate


    Yvette,whowasdrunkandmuddled,seemedtounderstandhiswords.Sheblinkedandpoutedherlipsasshestaredathim.


    Facedwithsucheyes,Wilsoncouldn’thelpbutchuckle.Hereachedouttopinchhercheek.“Iwon’tpunishyouifyoube


    Beforehecouldfinishhiswords,wettesuddenly extendedherannsandhookedthemaroundhisneck,throwingtheunpreparedWilsonouto


    thebed.