CHAPTER 119 A SECOND BONE MARROW TRANSPLANT 1

"I'm having lunch outside with a friend," Yvonne answered honestly.

Henry frowned. "Which friend?"

"It's Lyn."

The frown on Henry unraveled. "Are you done?"

"Not yet. Food's just been served. Is something the matter?" Yvonne asked.

"There's one thing.” Henry pressed his lips together.

"Tell me then." Yvonne went to a corner and squatted down.

Henry was suddenly quiet. When Yvonne waited it out but did not hear him say anything, she spoke in puzzlement, "Henry, are you still there?”

"I'm here," he replied.

Yvonne wore a smile. "Tell me what’s the matter. I'm listening." exclusive content.

"There's no rush. Have your lunch first. I'll pick you up after that."

"Pick me up?"

"Mm." "No, no, there's no need." Yvonne was quick to refuse.

Henry's face sank. "Why? Can’t I be seen?"

He had taken the initiative to suggest picking her up yet this was her attitude?

"No, it's just that Lynette might see you if you pick me up. She'll suspect our relationship then, so..."

"I won't come down from the car!" Henry cut her off.

Yvonne was unable to find any excuse to refuse him." I see. Alright then."

"Address!” Henry muttered.

Yvonne turned to check the restaurant's signage and told him the location.

With a hum, the man hung up.

Throughout the phone call, he did not say why he had called her. Yvonne sighed softly looking at the dimmed screen and went back to the restaurant after pocketing her phone.

Lynette was already eating. When she saw Yvonne sitting down, she scooted close to her with a face full o f anticipation for gossip. "Why is your husband looking for you?"

"He's asking where I am," Yvonne answered, simply picking up her spoon.

Lynette quivered. "Gosh, I feel goosebumps. It's not even been three hours since you came out and he already misses you?"

Yvonne smiled without answering. Henry missed her? It was impossible.

He would only look for her if he needed her.

"Oh ho, look at you not responding. Are you afraid that I, a bachelorette, would get disgusted?" Lynette asked with a pout.

Yvonne cut her a slice of beef. "Enough, stuff your face with food. Let's hurry up and eat. The sun will set by the time we go back.”

"Okay, okay. I know that you're in a hurry to go back and meet your man,” Lynette teased.

The corners of Yvonne's lips twitched. "I'm ignoring you. Eat. I’m starving.”

She helped herself with the dishes.

The restaurant's food was delectable. Even when Yvonne thought that she had lost her appetite, she could not help herself with a second serving and successfully stuffed herself full.

When they left the restaurant, Lynette even helped her out.

"Hop on, I'll send you back.” Lynette swung her car key.

Yvonne refused with thanks. "My husband’s picking m e up."

Lynette’s eyes glimmered. "Your husband?"

Did that mean that she could finally see her best friend's mysterious husband?

Yvonne knew what the girl was thinking with just a glance at her expression. It was unfortunate that she would not be able to get even a glimpse.

"Yup, my husband,” Yvonne nodded.

"Where is he? Is he here already?" Lynette looked around eagerly.

When Yvonne was going to say not so soon, she heard a black Mercedes Benz that was parked by the road in front of them honking twice at them. Looking over at the vehicle, she wondered if it was Henry's car.

"Yvonne, what are you looking at?" Lynette could not help asking when she saw her starting at the Benz.

Without answering, Yvonne moved toward the car. She did not know if that was Henry, but there was no fault in checking. Truth was, her guess was correct. Just as she got to the car, the window wound down to a small crack with Henry's voice ringing from the inside. "Get in!"

It was really him!

"Okay, hold on, I’ll let Lyn know," Yvonne told him and turned away to wave at Lynette.

Lynette ran over. "What is it?"

"My husband.” Yvonne pointed at the window that was wound up again.

Lynette's eyes were blown wide. "Your husband?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Why isn't he getting down?" Lynette was disappointed.

Yvonne apologized to the girl in her mind as she lied, " He doesn’t like interacting much so..."

"Nevermind. He's dampened the mood anyway that I'm no longer interested to know what he looks like. Get inside quick, bye!" Lynette grinned at Yvonne.

Yvonne felt worse. She would love to tell Lynette that Henry was her husband but the latter prohibited her from doing so. This caused her, a legitimate wife, to feel like an underground lover.

"Okay, I'll be going then. Go home soon too, Lyn. See y a.” Yvonne got into the car.

Right as she sat down, Henry started the engine. She wore her seatbelt while peering at him. "How long have you been here?"

The Benz was already parked by the road when she and Lynette came out of the restaurant.

Henry's gaze was on the road ahead of them. "Over ten minutes."

"Over ten minutes?” Yvonne was a little surprised. " You were here for so long?"

"It's fine."

"You wouldn’t have already been on your way when you called me, would you?" Yvonne probed.

Henry nodded with a hum, to which Yvonne was already expecting. "Didn’t Sue tell you that I came out for lunch with Lynette?”

"I didn’t ask her. I came out directly," Henry answered faintly.

He was prepared to tell her something when he returned to the villa only to discover that she was not around. Sue only said that she had gone out and Henry was out of the door instantly, calling her in the car to ask her whereabouts.

"You didn’t ask?" Yvonne blinked.

It seemed like he had come out in a haste then. Was it for the matter that he was going to tell her? 1

Yvonne bit her lips. "Henry, you said that you had something to tell me during the call. What is it?" She revisited the question.

With a squeak, Henry stopped the car by the road." Yvonne Frey.”

"Hmm?” Yvonne tilted her head.

Henry turned on the light in the car and turned to look at her. The girl looked lost. Her clear eyes tinged with doubt.

Looking into such a pair of eyes, Henry swallowed, suddenly unable to say what he wanted.

"Henry, what's wrong?” Yvonne looked quite worried when she saw that the man was silently staring at her.

Henry averted his gaze. His voice was gruff. "Nothing, I wanted to tell you..."

"Yes?" Yvonne was waiting for him to continue.

Parting his lips, Henry made no sound.

No matter how dense Yvonne was, she could see that the man was caught in between and felt her heart sink. "Did something serious happen?"

The last time he looked so troubled was when he needed her bone marrow. She had given it away, so what was it this time?

Did she still have what he needed?

Henry had no idea what Yvonne was thinking. He shut his eyes to reel in the complex emotions raging i n them. "Nothing serious."

His expression returned to his usual aloofness but his jaw was clenched tight as if he was suppressing something.

This morning, Shane had called him to tell him that the white blood cells in Jackie were mutating again and they could prepare for the second surgery, asking him to deliberate.

When it came to the moment, however, his throat felt choked. He found it harder to speak than the first time he had asked for her bone marrow. Once he thought of her health deteriorating even more after making another bone marrow donation, his heart ached inexplicably.

What had gotten into him?