CHAPTER 127 PLAYING THE MATCHMAKER

"At you." Yvonne's eyes disappeared behind her smile.

It was only then Lynette caught on to what Yvonne meant. She slapped Yvonne’s arm playfully, "Stop laughing! Gosh, my mom is acting like I'm an old maid."

"Your mom is just worried about you," Yvonne sipped o n her fruit punch.

Lynette sighed, "I really don't know what's there to worry about. I’m still pretty young.” holds this content.

"She just wants you to start a family sooner.”

"I know, but I just don’t fancy any of the men who are here tonight," Lynette swept her glance over the men i n the room and commented in disgust.

Yvonne covered her lips and giggled, "If you don't find any to your liking, then just find a reason to reject all o f them.”

"For sure,” Lynette giggled too.

Yvonne looked left and right, "By the way, where's your dad? I only saw your mom bustling around but not him."

"My dad is resting due to his leg pain," Lynette explained and pointed to one of the rooms.

Yvonne nodded understanding^.

Lynette then leaned over and whispered, "So have you talked to your husband about finding a doctor?"

"Not yet. I've had some issues with him for the past two days so we haven't really been talking. I have no idea how to bring it up to him yet too. Don't worry though, I'll find a way to tell him," Yvonne

assured her.

Lynette shrugged, "I believe you. Have a drink first, I'll go to the kitchen and fetch us some food."

"Alright,” Yvonne replied.

As soon as Lynette left, Mrs. Yaeger came over.

"Oh Yvonne, why haven't you been visiting Lyn lately?" Mrs. Yaeger sat down with a smile.

"I’ve been too busy at work lately and didn't have much free time," she replied apologetically.

Ever since Yvonne became a secretary, she had never-ending work every day. Sometimes, she even had to work overtime. Hence, she was left with little to no time to do her own things.

Then, there was Henry again. He never lived in the villa before, so Yvonne would occasionally stay over at Lynette’s house whenever she felt lonely.

Now that Henry had moved back to the villa, she naturally couldn’t continue doing that.

"I heard that you and Lyn were both promoted, right?" Mrs. Yaeger asked.

Yvonne nodded, "Yes."

"Great, these young men here are all managers in some small companies. Did you see anyone that you're interested in? Maybe you can go and get to know him," Mrs. Yaeger tried playing the matchmaker.

The corners of Yvonne's lips twitched, "Auntie, I..."

"Mom!" Lynette came out of the kitchen with a plate of finger food and heard what her mom was saying to Yvonne. "Stop spouting nonsense. Yvonne is already married, so there's no need for you

to play matchmaker for her."

She set down the plate of finger food in front of Yvonne.

Mrs. Yaeger was stunned, "Married?!"

Yvonne nodded, "Yeah, I was just about to tell you."

Mrs. Yaeger chuckled in embarrassment, “Oh dear, look at me. I didn't even think of asking before I...

Anyway, I’m really sorry, Yvonne. I hope you're not offended."

"Of course not," Yvonne smiled.

Mrs. Yaeger let out a sigh of relief. "I'm glad to hear that. By the way, when did you get married? How come we didn't even know about it?"

"I married a long time ago. Due to some special circumstances, it wasn't disclosed to the public," Yvonne gave a vague explanation.

Mrs. Yaeger just hummed in response, "Why didn’t you bring your husband along here tonight and show him to us?”

"My husband happens to be busy tonight. Maybe next time," Yvonne came up with an excuse.

"Sure. You should introduce him to us next time," Mrs. Yaeger said, then changed her expression and shot a resentful glare at Lynette, "Look at you, Yvonne is already a married woman at your age. Aren't you embarrassed of yourself?"

Lynette pouted, "Hmph, do you have to say that just because I'm single?”

"Single? You're an old maid!" Mrs. Yaeger sneered at her daughter.

Yvonne sat at the side and watched the pair bickering in amusement with a trace of envy in her eyes.

The relationship between Lynette and her mother was so nice.

"Alright, stay here and entertain Yvonne while I go dig around the family background of those boys," Mrs. Yaeger got up and left.

Lynette sat down with a long sigh. "Is my mom possessed? Does she have to be this anxious?"

"It's okay, she's just looking out for you, she won't force you." Yvonne patted Lynette's thigh and assured her.

Lynette took a sip of her wine, "I sure hope so."

Yvonne didn't say anything else because she didn’t know what to say.

After all, this was a matter between a mother and a daughter. It wasn't appropriate for her to butt into it too much.

Time ticked away, and it was almost ten at night.

Yvonne fished her phone out and took a look at it. The screen showed a missed call from Henry about ten minutes ago.

Yvonne thought for a while and recalled that she was i n the toilet ten minutes ago. No wonder she missed the call.

"Where are you going, Yvonne?" Lynette shouted after her when she saw her friend going out with her phone in hand.

Yvonne waved her phone, "My husband called, so I'm going out to answer the phone."

"Okay then, come back soon! We’re about to cut the cake."

"Alright.”

Yvonne went out to the balcony and shut the door behind her before returning the call to Henry.

The call was quickly answered and Henry’s slightly sullen voice came through. "Yvonne Frey, why didn't you answer my call just now?" "I was in the bathroom just now. Sorry, I didn't mean t o ignore your call," she explained apologetically.

Henry pressed his thin lips. "Are you done over there?"

"Not yet, but they're cutting the cake soon," Yvonne looked back at the room and replied.

Henry hummed in response. "Hurry up and come down after they cut the cake.”

"Huh?" Yvonne was taken aback, then leaned on the balcony and looked down, "You're here already?"

"I'm parked at the entrance.”

"I'll come down now then."

"No. Just come down after they cut the cake,” Henry just hung up after saying that.

Yvonne could only do as she was told. She returned to the room and cut the cake with Lynette.

Lynette was initially planning to have Yvonne stay over for the night. However, when she heard that Yvonne’s husband had come to pick her up, she had n o choice but to let her leave.

"Take this with you," Lynette handed a small box to her.

Yvonne accepted the box. "Cake?"

"It's for your husband. Although he didn’t join us tonight, he still came tonight so he gets a slice of cake too! Go quickly now and don't keep him waiting," Lynette pushed her friend to the door.

Yvonne didn’t even know if she should laugh or cry." I'll thank you on my husband’s behalf. Bye!"

"Bye!" Lynette waved back to her.

Yvonne went downstairs, carrying the cake box.

As soon as she came out of the gate, she saw a black Mercedes-Benz parked on the side of the road.

She still remembered clearly that Henry drove the same Benz the last time he came to pick her up when she went out to eat with Lynette last time.

Yvonne went toward the Mercedes-Benz and tapped o n the window lightly.

The window rolled down and Henry turned to look at her, "Get in."

Yvonne nodded, then opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. "This is for you," she then handed him the small cake box.

"What's this?" Henry accepted it skeptically.

Yvonne replied with a smile, "A slice of cake that is specially reserved for you. Have a taste, it's pretty good."

"I don't want it," Henry passed the box back to her.

The smile on Yvonne's face froze. "Why?"

"I don't like sweet things. You can have it," Henry started the car.

Yvonne held the cake box tightly, "But it was specially for you." "Then I'll give it to you," Henry looked straight ahead and said faintly.

"Thank you then," Yvonne smiled.

"You seem rather happy over just a piece of cake." Henry glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.