CHAPTER 157 AN UNFAMILIAR CALL

The bathroom door wasn't locked, so it opened with just a twist.

Yvonne was leaning over the sink and throwing up. Her face was pale. Tears welled up in her reddened eyes, making her look extremely pitiful.

"What’s wrong with you?" Henry came up from behind and looked over her shoulder, only to discover that the sink was clean. There wasn't any vomit.

So she was retching earlier.

"I'm fine," Yvonne assured him weakly. She turned on the faucet and scooped a handful of water to rinse her mouth.

"You wouldn’t be retching like this if you were fine," Henry pressed his lips.

"This is normal," Yvonne smiled at him, her face still very pale. "Sue told me that it’s a common symptom in early pregnancy.”

"Pregnancy symptom?" Henry mumbled to himself, then turned around and went out of the bathroom.

Yvonne’s heart sank at his silent departure. The smile on her face faded slowly before vanishing completely. She even felt the urge to cry.

He just left like that without even a word of concern?

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Yvonne smiled bitterly at her bad complexion in the mirror. 1

At least he was nice enough to not shoot her a look of disgust when she retched like that earlier. His lack of concern was no big deal. Things had always been that way and she lived through that.

Despite her self-consolation, Yvonne was well aware o f her disappointment toward Henry's action.

She didn't know why she felt that way either.

It seemed like her pregnancy had suddenly turned her into a spoiled princess.

Yvonne clearly knew deep down her heart that Henry wouldn't give any special treatment to her even if she was pregnant. Hence, she had been telling herself to stay strong and remain unaffected by things like that. However, there was still a trace of hope in her heart that the man would treat her better and care for her more since she was pregnant. She had never felt this conflicted before.

Thinking up to this point, Yvonne laughed deprecatingly at her reflection in the mirror. "Oh Yvonne, how did you get this greedy from one pregnancy?"

If longing for Henry to treat her well just because she was pregnant wasn't being greedy, then what was it?

Yvonne rubbed her face, trying to recompose herself.

She pulled a paper towel and dried the corners of her mouth before exiting the bathroom.

Only silence greeted her when she returned to the room. There was no one around except her.

Yvonne looked around in confusion, "Henry?"

There was no response.

She checked the balcony and grew even more curious after confirming that the man wasn’t there.

Where did he go?

Could it be that he had left after receiving a call from Jacqueline?

A sudden movement at the door interrupted her thoughts.

Yvonne turned around and saw the door opened before Henry came in with a glass of brown water.

She suddenly greatly relieved at the sight of the man, and the alarm in her heart diffused.

So he didn't leave.

"Why are you standing there?” The expression on Henry’s face darkened when he saw Yvonne standing at the balcony.

The weather was already turning cold.

What was she doing standing there in the cold breeze i n only her pajamas?!

"I was looking for you," Yvonne closed the French window on the balcony and replied with a smile.

Henry set the glass down on the coffee table. "Why were you looking for me?"

"I thought you went out again since you weren't in the room," Yvonne told him honestly.

"Where could I possibly go at this hour?” Henry commented indifferently, then pointed to the glass on the coffee table. "Drink this."

"What’s that?" Yvonne went over curiously.

Henry didn't answer her. He just picked up a book on the sofa and started reading.

Although Yvonne was a little disappointed by his behavior, she could only close her mouth and stop asking questions.

She bent down to pick up the glass, then brought it under her nose and took a whiff of it. Her nose couldn't identify the beverage, so she tried to take a sip of the brown content in it. Her eyes lit up almost instantly. "Sour plum juice? You went through the trouble of preparing this for me?"

"I went downstairs to fetch a glass of water and Sue happened to be there, so I asked her for some tips in relieving pregnancy symptoms. She gave me this and told me to bring it to you," Henry replied with a trace o f emotion in his eyes.

"Is that so?" Yvonne eyed him suspiciously, then pointed to the jug on the coffee table. "We have water i n the room. Why did you go downstairs to fetch a glass instead?" 1

Henry suddenly tightened his grip on the book at her question.

Although his action was subtle, it didn't escape Yvonne's eyes.

She smiled, "Were you lying to me, Henry? You didn't g o downstairs to fetch a glass of water. You specifically went to get advice from Sue, didn't you?"

"No, you think too much.” Henry snapped his book close then walked to the big bed.

Yvonne didn't follow, but she stood there holding the glass of sour plum juice as the smile on her face broadened. "Thank you, Henry."

It turned out that she had misunderstood him. He left the bathroom abruptly just now to get her the sour plum juice, not because he was too lazy to care about her. 1

She didn’t expect that Henry would not only refuse to admit it but even play it down. Somehow, the look of denial on his stern face made him appear adorable.

"Alright, just drink it up quickly and go to bed. It’s getting really late," Henry told her impatiently as he opened the quilt and then laid down on the bed.

She stuck her tongue out at him, "Got it, I'll join you soon."

Was it right to say that he was acting frosty on the outside but warm on the inside?

Yvonne couldn't help but snicker at the thought of that. She had just discovered yet another rare side of him.

When Yvonne got up the next day, Henry was gone again.

She wasn't surprised since he often left very early in the morning.

"Madam," an unfamiliar servant greeted her when she went downstairs.

Yvonne was yawning, but the sight of the unfamiliar servant stunned her. "You’re?"

"I'm substituting Sue today. The name’s Lucy," the servant replied with a smile.

It was only then that Yvonne recalled that Sue had applied for a leave yesterday.

"Hello," Yvonne smiled back at her.

"Would you like to have breakfast now?" the servant asked.

"Yeah,” Yvonne replied.

She was indeed quite hungry.

"Well then, this way, please. Breakfast has been prepared according to your liking, madam."

The servant made a gesture to follow her, then led the way to the dining room.

Sue probably informed the servant of her tastebud before she left.

Yvonne ate the breakfast prepared by the unfamiliar servant. It tasted no different than the breakfast prepared by Sue, so she could very quickly accept the taste.

After breakfast, Yvonne went to the living room to watch TV while waiting for the French tutor that Henry had arranged to arrive.

Two hours later, the tutor never showed up but she received an unfamiliar call instead.

She initially didn't plan to answer the call but since it kept ringing for so long and was from the same city, she decided to pick it up. "Hello, this is Yvonne Frey speaking.”

"You're Yvonne Frey?" A vicious male voice came through from the other end of the line.

Yvonne was taken aback. "Yes, I am and you are...?"

"You don't have to know who we are. Just be informed that your younger brother is in our custody right now. I f you don’t want him to lose a limb, then come to the Golden Club. Remember, do not call the cops.

Otherwise, I'll kill him on the spot!” The man on the other end of the line hung up immediately after saying that. 1

Yvonne was completely stunned and her mind went blank. It took her a long time to finally realize that her brother had been kidnapped.

"How did that happen?" she nearly cried from the anxiety.