CHAPTER 253 A HAND KNITTED SCARF

Yvonne shook her head and smiled as if she did not want to talk about that.

Seeing that, Lynette let it be since she knew that she would not get an answer from her.

"Let's forget about it. It’s fine if you've made up your mind about it. After all, I'll always be on your side.

Let's go shopping." Lynette stepped forward and held Yvonne’s arm.

Yvonne tilted her head and looked at her. "What about your blind date?"

"I told him that I'm not going."

"Is that okay?" Yvonne was slightly worried.

Lynette waved her hand. "It's fine. I just don't want to g o. I don't think that my mom will tie me up and force me to go."

"It's possible. What if you fail to go to the blind dates s o many times? Your mom might take such a step." Yvonne told her the truth.

Lynette rolled her eyes. "That’s enough. Let's not talk about this. We're going to look at clothes. I heard that the employees at headquarters dress up nicely. I must not appear less than them." "Alright." Yvonne nodded.

After that, they strolled around in different fashion shops.

Lynette bought a lot of clothes, and she held quite a lot of bags at that moment. Yvonne even helped hold some for her.

Compared to Lynette, Yvonne bought nothing since she did not have money. 1

Lynette wiped the sweat on her forehead and asked Yvonne, "Where are we going next?"

Yvonne took a few glances around. "Do you want to buy more?"

"I'm almost done. I've spent almost all the money I prepared today. But why didn't you buy any clothes?" Lynette looked at her.

Yvonne smiled faintly. "I've got nothing to buy since I still have clothes. Besides, I don’t have to dress up so beautifully since I'm not going to a beauty contest."

"That’s right. Your husband is so rich. You must have a lot of clothes. But why didn’t I see you wear any branded clothes before?" Lynette was puzzled. 1

Yvonne looked down and replied, "I don't have to do that. If I dressed up that nicely when I went to work before, the others might gossip about my identity and status. How could I rest assured and work in peace?"

For the past three years, she was not in need of clothes even though Henry was quite cold to her and never gave her money. It was because there would always be someone who sent her the newest clothes every month.

It was under Henry instructions, but the master's.

However, she never wore any of those. She only wore what she bought for herself because of the reason she mentioned just now. Besides, she did not want to rely too much on the Lancasters. 1

Lynette looked at her and said, "You’re right. But you've resigned now, so you don't have to care much about those things anymore. You should just wear those clothes. Since we’re women, it's better if we dress ourselves up nicely. You always wear such plain clothes, and you don't look like a lady from a rich family. You don't even look like a married woman either.”

Yvonne looked down at herself. "Is that so? But I don't think like that."

"Nonsense! You might not feel so yourself. I even feel that I've got a lot of virtues." Lynette smiled rather impatiently. "But Yvonne, you should really change your style and dress like a woman. Now you look like a n innocent college student. But after a long time, people might get bored of it."

"Is that so?" Yvonne was stunned.

'Will people get bored of it?’

She never thought that there was anything wrong with how she dressed herself up.

For her, it was fine as long as it was comfortable.

"Of course. Don’t you know that people start to lose interest in one thing after looking at it for a long time? Besides, men are visual creatures. He might like the way you look now, but he may change in the future. So Yvonne, you really should make a change." Lynette advised her.

"What you said is rather logical. I'll think about it." Yvonne thought about it and nodded.

Lynette patted her back. "That's good. You don't have t o rush into things. Let’s think about where we're going next. Do you want to eat something first or go home directly?"

"I still have one place I want to go to." Yvonne pointed at the men’s fashion shop across from them. holds this content.

Lynette looked at her suspiciously. "Do you want to buy things for your husband?"

"Yes, his birthday is coming up soon. I've got to prepare a gift for him," Yvonne smiled and said before she went toward the shop across from them.

"Fine. Don’t mix things up. Don’t talk anymore since the workers in the shop are looking at us now." Yvonne tilted her chin, gesturing to the cashier, indicating to Lynette and asking her to keep quiet.

Lynette sneered and kept her mouth shut reluctantly.

They strolled around in the men’s fashion shop, and they looked at all the items there. But Yvonne did not find anything suitable or anything she was satisfied with. They were either too expensive or were not of Henry’s style.

Lynette stayed by her side all this while. Seeing that she was heaving sighs all the time, Lynette could not help but ask, "Yvonne, what do you plan to buy? I see that you're having a difficult time making a decision.”

"I don't know either. They're not suitable.” Yvonne made a reply rather perplexedly. She then went toward a tie and touched it slightly. "Lyn, what other things that suit a man other than this?"

"A shaver?" Lynette thought for a moment before she suggested one.

Yvonne's eyes twitched slightly. "That... seems not suitable for him too. He's got a shaver, but it's too expensive. I looked it up before, and it costs more than fifteen thousand dollars. I can’t afford that.”

"Then there's nothing more.” Lynette spread her hands out. "It's because you can never afford that unless you use your husband's money and buy a gift for him. If not, you can only afford to buy a tie for him given the hundreds of dollars you have."

"It makes me kinda sad if you put it like this.” Yvonne smiled bitterly.

Suddenly, she felt that she was rather poor, so poor that she could not afford to buy him a gift.

"I'm just speaking the truth. But it depends on yourself and your thoughts behind it. Isn't the weather getting colder? Why don’t you knit a scarf or a pair of mittens for him?" Lynette did not think much about it and gave her another suggestion.

Yvonne's eyes brightened at that. "Knit a scarf?"

"Yes, that's right. Do you really want to knit a scarf for your husband?" Lynette raised her eyebrows.

Yvonne touched the tip of her nose. "It's because I don't have money. Besides, he might not even like the things which cost only a few hundred. If I make it myself, he might not bear to throw it away."

"That's true. Let's go to the first floor and look around. Maybe we can find some yarn there,” said Lynette.

Yvonne nodded. "Let’s go."

An hour later, she had bought the yarn.

Lynette suggested to go and grab a bite, and Yvonne complied.

But halfway through their meal, Lynette received a call from her mother. She was forced to go home immediately.

Yvonne did not enjoy shopping by herself. So she finished up her meal quickly before she asked the driver to come and pick her up.

When she reached the apartment, it was two o'clock in the afternoon.

Yvonne opened the door. The minute she entered the apartment, she saw Henry's leather shoes.

She raised her eyebrows slightly in surprise.

'Did he return home so soon?' "Henry?" Yvonne called toward the living room.

But she received no reply.

"Is he not back yet?" Yvonne turned around and looked at the porch suspiciously. His shoes were there. It seemed like he had indeed returned home.

But without knowing why, there was not even a noise.

Yvonne had no choice but to walk toward the living room. As she was approaching the living room, she smelled the strong scent of alcohol.

She wrinkled her nose subconsciously and waved her hands before her, trying to keep the smell away. She could then breathe normally, and she took a look around. She soon saw a figure standing at the balcony, facing away from her. There was a bottle of Louis XIII with a high percentage of alcohol beside him. 1 'Why did he start drinking all of a sudden?’