CHAPTER 237 ARRANGING A DRIVER

Henry raised his wrist and stopped in front of her. "It's half past seven. I've been back for two hours now."

"Half past seven?" said Yvonne in a shock.

She had not expected to have slept for so long. No wonder it was dark outside.

She felt as though she had not slept for a much shorter time.

"What’s wrong?" Henry lowered his arm and asked the dazed Yvonne.

Yvonne rubbed her face. "It’s nothing, I'm still feeling a little drowsy."

"I see." Henry nodded his head.

Yvonne’s lips twitched slightly.

What was the meaning in his reply?

"Let's get your face washed up, it’s time for dinner," said Henry as he shoved his hands into his pockets and got up.

Yvonne slowly stretched her stiff neck from ear to ear. "Is Sue here as well?"

"No," replied Henry.

Yvonne’s curiosity piqued. "Then who prepared dinner? Did you ask Frederick to arrange it?" 1

"No," replied Henry, he lowered his head and continued, "I prepared it."

"You cooked again?" Yvonne's eyes sparkled with glee.

Henry's lips curled upwards at the sight of her excited look. "I'm making it up to you today for not being able t o cook the day before due to work. Are you satisfied?”

Yvonne quickly nodded and replied, "Satisfied."

His cooking skills were so good it was unforgettable. She even missed his cooking.

How could she not be satisfied now that she was able t o taste it again?

"Well come on then, get up," said Henry. He reached out his hand towards Yvonne.

Yvonne looked at his hand for a while. She then stared at Henry with a puzzled look.

Henry sighed and said, "Give me your hand.”

"Oh.” Yvonne followed his instruction and reached out for his hand.

Henry grabbed onto her hand and pulled her up from the sofa with a sudden force.

"Now, go clean yourself up." Henry pulled back his hand and nudged her to move.

Yvonne acknowledged and ran into the washroom after wearing her slippers.

By the time she was done, Henry was seated at the dining table waiting for her.

As she walked towards the table, Henry handed her a set of cutlery.

Yvonne reached out to accept the cutlery and thanked him for it.

While they were eating, Henry suddenly asked, "How did you come back in the afternoon?"

“I grabbed a taxi," answered Yvonne after swallowing a mouthful of rice.

Henry lifted his chin. "I'll arrange a driver for you starting tomorrow. You can ask him to drive you around wherever you want."

Yvonne immediately froze. "A driver? Why would you arrange a driver for me all of a sudden?"

"It’s inconvenient for you to travel around without your own transport, so I'm arranging one for you. Also, you're a member of the Lancaster family and my wife, so of course you should have your own personal driver."

"Also..." He put down his cutlery and picked up a credit card from his jacket pocket and handed it to her. "This is for you as well."

"Why would you give this to me?" Yvonne lowered her head to look at the card but did not take it and had a confused look on her face.

Henry explained, "It's the same reason as I've said just now. You should have your own spending money to buy whatever you want, so I’m giving you my supplementary card."

Yvonne was shocked and fell silent for a moment before asking with a husky voice, “All that you’re doing for me now, is it because someone asked you t o?"

She didn't believe he could have thought of it himself. Even if he did, he should have done it a long time ago. Why now?

"How did you guess?" Henry was shocked at Yvonne's intelligence. She had guessed it on her first try.

Yvonne clenched the cutlery on her hand when she knew she was right and said, "It's not too hard to guess, but what I'm more curious about is, who was it that asked you to do it?"

Was it her mum or Jason?

Other than these two, she could not think of anyone else.

The both of them had just proposed to Yvonne that she should ask Henry for money.

"It was your brother," replied Henry as he picked up his cutlery.

Yvonne's face sank. "So it really was him. When did he meet you? What else did he say to you?"

“Jason works at headquarters, so he came to my office after you'd left in the afternoon. He told me that you are my wife and had the right to spend my money."

Henry took a sip of his bowl of soup before he continued, "But, thanks to him, I just remembered that I should’ve done all this sooner."

Yvonne was not happy when she heard his reply. She was actually angry, angry at how Jason had interfered in her personal matters. How he could be so shameless?

"Henry, you don't have to do as he says. He's only doing it so that he can ask me for the money. I can’t accept your credit card either. He'd hound me for it to no end if he knew I had your card. I can't guarantee that I will be able to fend him off every time.” Yvonne pushed the card back to Henry, pleading him to take it back.

There was no way she would accept the card.

Henry slightly raised an eyebrow when he saw how easily she rejected the credit card and said, "This is money that I’m giving to you, money that you should have. As for Jason, I believe you wouldn't give it to him, just as how you hadn’t given it to him yesterday."

"You know about it?" Yvonne was shocked.

Henry nodded. "Jason asked me for money as well. He also told me about how he'd done the same to you after I questioned him."

"So that’s how it is." Yvonne wryly smiled. "I didn’t give it to him because I haven’t got the money. He might as well ask me to rob a bank for the money." "Didn't your mom tell you to ask me for it as well? Why didn't you tell me too?" Henry squinted his eyes as he looked at her.

Yvonne shook her head, "This is a family matter for the Freys. Moreover, it would be my parent's responsibility to gather the money for Jason's wedding, not mine, and most certainly not yours."

Why would she ask Henry for money when she herself had no intention of using his money in the first place?

She had not even returned the money she owed to Henry.

Yvonne let out a soft cry as she thought of something that Henry had said. "You said Jason had asked you for money as well. Did you give it to him then?"

"No." Henry pursed his lips. "I've told you before, I don’t acknowledge the Freys, hence their business is none of my concern."

"That's good." Yvonne let out a sigh of relief. "I'm glad that you didn't give it to him, otherwise he'd come after you for more every day."

"I know." Henry nodded.

Yvonne was tired and started to massage her temples. “Truly, I cannot understand how my family can behave that way." Content is © by .

"There will always be a rotten apple in a basketful of apples." Henry picked up the card on one hand, pulled over her hand on the other, and placed the card in her hand. "Take it, I should've done

this three years ago.

I'm already three years late by giving it to you now." "But I don’t want it!" said Yvonne as she looked at him.

Henry's eyebrows sharply rose. "Why not?"

"Because I..." Yvonne lowered her head, not knowing how to reply.

She couldn’t tell him that she had never coveted his or the Lancasters' money.

If she had told him that, he would have flipped for sure.

An aggressive man like him hated being rejected continuously.

"What’s the reason? Tell me." Henry squinted his eyes.

Yvonne knew Henry was unhappy with the situation through his cold voice. She bit her lip and said," Nothing.”

She accepted the credit card.

She might as well accept the card now to avoid the situation from worsening.

She could just not use it anyway.

With that thought, the pressure in her heart lifted instantly.

Henry saw her taking the card obediently and felt satisfied. "If the Freys ever come to you for money and you can't fend them off, you may let them have the hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Just let me know after you've done it and I will handle the rest."

"What do you mean?" asked Yvonne with a spoon in her mouth.