CHAPTER 224 HE CAN ACTUALLY COOK

"I don’t think that's a long time,” replied Yvonne as she waved her hand.

Henry pursed his lips, "How is that not long?"

Yvonne shook her head and said, "It’s not. Plus, you said you love me, so I'll also take this time to test you continuously to see how much you mean your words. I f I find that you are lying to me at any point, I'll be able to pull out immediately.”

She chuckled.

Henry raised her chin and approached closer. "What you mean to say is that you would like to try to date m e again?"

A hint of surprise flashed through her eyes.

Although she did not know how he came to that conclusion, she had no intention of resisting either.

She had desperately wished to be able to enjoy a sweet and memorable relationship before being married, but that wish was dashed when she met him.

Since he had said that now, she might as well play along with his tune.

Thinking of this, she sighed a breath of relief and mustered up the courage to say, "Are you willing to then?"

"I could give it a try." Henry released her chin.

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Yvonne smiled, yet she still felt nervous inside. Even she found it unbelievable. “So that means you agree?"

Her eyes glowed with excitement.

Henry nodded. "I do.”

Although she had not forgiven him yet, he has finally found an opportunity that he could grab onto.

In fact, she had somewhat forgiven him already when she said she would consider reciprocating his feelings for her.

After he sent Dominic to prison for a few months, they would truly reconcile.

Thinking of this, Henry asked Yvonne first, "So, can I g 0 up for some tea now?"

Yvonne lowered her head and replied softly, "Yes."

Henry curved his lips upwards. "Let's go then."

He grabbed her hand and guided her upstairs together.

Along the way, Yvonne was still dazed.

She seemed to still doubt everything that happened that day.

She couldn't believe that Henry had promised to take revenge and she had readily forgiven him. But to top it all off, she couldn't believe that they were about to

begin dating again.

Love after marriage sounded somewhat weird, yet that did not stop her from hoping that the best had yet to come.

"What's going on in your head?" Henry couldn’t help himself but ask as he looked at the woman who was silently laughing to herself as they entered the elevator.

Yvonne gently coughed and replied, "It's nothing, I was just wondering if this was all a dream."

"A dream?" Henry squinted his eyes and looked at her, and then pinched her face. "Feel anything?"

"Of course," said Yvonne as she looked at him with a strange expression.

"Then your question is answered." Henry put down his hands and continued, “You're not dreaming if you can feel something."

"I know, it’s because I know I’m not dreaming. That's why it all feels so surreal. Just a few days ago I dreamt that you had avenged our child and myself, dreamt that you loved me deeply. Now, all of that has come true, I truly feel..." She suddenly covered her face and began to sob.

Henry reached out to pull her hand away from her face. "Are you crying?"

"I’m not," replied Yvonne with reddened eyes.

She was obviously overjoyed.

It was due to her body mechanisms that she'd cry whenever she was deeply sad or overjoyed.

Hence why most people wouldn't believe her when her tears began to flow and she even explained to them she wasn’t sad or anything, just like what was happening at that moment.

"Silly girl, your eyes are all red, yet you still say you weren't crying." Henry pinched Yvonne's face again.

"It's just some sand in my eyes." Yvonne turned away.

Immediately, Henry forcefully turned her head to face him again. "Where would you find sand in the elevator?"

"Believe it or not, it's up to you." Yvonne slapped away his hand.

That slap coincidentally hit the back of Henry’s hands with a crisp sound and you could see two red lines on his hand.

Henry stared at the mark on his hand and was dumbfounded for a while before saying, "Yvonne Frey, I find that you’re getting more and more daring nowadays."

In the past she would've talked to him so shyly and carefully she'd be blushing most of the time. It was as i f he was a ferocious tiger, ready to pounce on her if she wasn't too careful.

Not only did she raise her voice at him, sometimes questioning him or mocking him. She would even hit

him now.

Yvonne shied away initially when she saw the mark o n his hand, thinking if she had used too much force. However, after listening to what he had said, she lowered her head and quipped, "I suppose any woman who went through what I have would've changed their character and personality. If they didn't, they'd only be asking for more pain and hurt."

It was exactly because she was too cowardly, too weak and useless in the past that caused her to be in her current situation.

Hence, she had decided that from then on, she would become stronger, to the point where she could protect everything she holds dear.

"It's right for you to change." Henry looked at Yvonne.

"What?” Yvonne was startled.

Henry looked away to face the buttons in the elevator. Just as he was about to say something, they had arrived at their floor.

Feeling contempt, Henry had no choice but to change the subject, "Forget it, Let's not talk about it now. It's n o longer important. Are you hungry?"

Yvonne caressed her belly and replied, "A little.”

"What would you like to eat?" asked Henry as they continued walking.

Yvonne thought for a moment and replied, "Not a clue."

"Are there ingredients in the fridge?" asked Henry again.

Yvonne took out her keycard to open the door. "Yes, I requested for some to be sent over after you left yesterday."

"Then, let me see what I can do with it," said Henry as he walked towards the kitchen.

Yvonne was stunned for a moment. As she gathered her thoughts, she couldn't believe what she had just heard and her mouth gaped open as she rushed to the kitchen. "Wait a minute, what did you just say? You’re cooking?"

"Is there a problem?" Henry took off his jacket and passed it to her. "Hold this for me please."

"Of course there is a problem. Do you even cook?" asked Yvonne as she took his jacket and placed it around her arm. She could still feel his warmth through the jacket and it made her relax.

She thought to herself that if she could not be seen by Henry, she would sniff his jacket there and then.

Henry's scent was usually pleasant. Aside from the men's perfume he normally used, there was a hint of mint mixed in as well. When it was mixed together, the smell was extremely refreshing.

"I thought you specifically researched me before? How could you not even know that I could cook?" Henry rolled up his sleeves and chuckled.

Yvonne was looking at him rummaging through the fridge and said, "I did look you up previously, but nothing related to you being able to cook came up during my search. To be honest, the thought had not crossed my mind in the slightest because you come from a wealthy family, so I could not imagine the scene with you cooking."

His hands looked so delicate that it was impossible to imagine him holding a knife with it. He’d only use a pen to sign documents.

"I used to live in a prestigious school overseas," said Henry as he chose his ingredients and continued," The students in that school came from wealthy families from all over the world. The school took pride in themselves for instilling different knowledge into their students, including cooking. However, when I came back to take over the Lancaster Group, there was no need for this skill, and hence it was not shown."

"So that's how it is." Yvonne seemed amused as she blinked her eyes.

She did not know what to expect from his cooking now that she knew he could cook!

However, as she saw Henry's fluid movements while handling the knife, seemingly even more proficient at i t than her, she thought that it would not taste too bad.

At the thought of this, Yvonne had even more expectations for the meals that he would prepare in the future. However, her expression turned sour as she began to imagine her future. She held onto the jacket in her arms tightly and asked, "Does Jacqueline know that you can cook?"