chapter 1331


    "We’re now married, and you''re iming we can''t get too close? Well, if that''s what you’re thinking of,


    we should get a divorce."


    Yvonne purposely spokenguidly to toy with his mind.


    Guy pursed his lips-she had a point.


    She had married him, and that was the greatest sacrifice any woman could make, i


    They would divorce one day, too.


    She disregarded her reputation just to help him, and she did not mind getting a divorce as well.


    Since he could not give her his love, he would give her anything else.


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    Guy sighed and knelt down to massage her leg.


    Yvonne sat by the bed as she felt the callus in his fingers touching her. Her heart tingled at his gentle


    massage.


    Outwardly, however, she remained poised, princess-like as she refused to show how she felt.


    She always wore heels, too. Why would she suffer from wearing it all of sudden?


    She just wanted to be touched...


    Once he finished massaging her leg, Yvonne added, "My shoulder hurts.


    Help me."


    Guy wordlessly massaged her shoulder at her request.


    Sheid in bed once hepleted the massage, and her bright eyes looked around. "It''ste now,"


    she spoke. "What are you nning to do?"


    Guy instinctively looked away awkwardly. "Ms. Yvonne, I told you yesterday that-”


    Yvonne found his exasperated self amusing as she watched him.


    She smiled flirtatiously and said, "As expected, all men think with their bottom halves." "What?" Guy


    panicked. "What are you talking about? Can you just be tant?" "I just wanted to ask you to keep my


    gown. What are you thinking?" Yvonne asked.


    Guy was speechless. Did he just misread her intention?


    He felt awkward about that.


    Yvonne continued, "Keep my gown; Grandma made it by hand. I need to keep it safe." "Okay,” came


    Guy''s simple reply.


    "Also, tidy up the shelves," added Yvonne. "Leave a ninth of the ce for me to store my clothes."


    Guy frowned. A ninth? Would he get a ce to put his clothes?


    "Sorry,” she shrugged, "I have a lot of clothes."


    Guy then recalled that he only had a few clothes, so he conceded, "Alright."


    Yvonneid on the bed. ''TH sleep on the bed, and you take the sofa." "Sure," agreed Guy. He nned


    to do that, anyway.


    Yvonne, however, was irked when he agreed.


    How annoying! He was like a robot!


    She red at him and said arrogantly, "I’m going to sleep now, and I can’t fall asleep with an opposite


    sex in the same room. Go and stand outside on the balcony, and don’te back before I fall asleep."


    "Okay."


    With that, he turned and walked to the balcony, much to Yvonne''s surprise.


    She watched his back and was speechless, once again.


    That man was infuriatingly dense!


    One day, she would teach him!


    Dior went downstairs. As she noted that the wedding was about to end, she wanted to find Harry.


    However, Sherlyn stopped her.


    "Dior, are you going out?" "Yeah." "What for? We don''te home often. Can''t you stay on to


    apany us?"


    Dior stopped abruptly. "Huh?"


    Well, who would apany her man, then?


    He was all alone in the hospital with nobody to talk to. He must have been lonely.


    "What happened to our daughter?" Sherlyn’s elegant face sank. "You’re evente to your brother’s


    wedding. What have you been up to in the past two days?"