CHAPTER 256 YET ANOTHER MESSAGE

"This excuse again." Yvonne pouted her lips.

Henry spoke no more. He just fixed his eyes at her.

She felt rather uneasy being stared at like that. At last, she decided to comply with his wishes. She sighed and went to get the clothes to help him change.

When she was changing his clothes, she averted her gaze all the time. She did not dare to look at him.

But Henry still fixed his gaze on her all this while." Can you see clearly like this? Aren't you afraid that you might unbutton my clothes wrongly?”

"No," said Yvonne.

Henry sneered softly. "But you've got one wrong."

"Is that so?" Yvonne turned around to look at him immediately. She then looked at his shirt.

She soon knew that he had tricked her.

"You lied to me!" She stood up, feeling unhappy about i t.

She buttoned up his clothes properly.

Henry put one of his arms behind his head and said, "I f I didn't lie to you, would you turn around to look at m e?"

Yvonne pursed her lips. "Is it amusing? Why do you want me to turn around?" "Then why don't you tell me the reason you want to avert your gaze? Don't tell me that you're shy. You always changed

my clothes for me when we went skiing in a foreign country before." Henry looked deep into her eyes.

Yvonne coughed softly. "Who told you that I'm shy? I’m just afraid that I might not be able to focus on changing your clothes for you if I look at you."

"Is that so?" Henry smirked. "It seems like you’re quite satisfied with my body.”

Yvonne blushed. "That’s enough. Don't talk nonsense here. Turn around. I can't put the jacket on you like this."

Henry did accordingly. He turned around.

After Yvonne put the jacket on for him, she asked him to turn around again. "Alright. I've changed your clothes for you now. I’ll leave first."

"Don't go." Henry held her hand, refusing to let her go.

Yvonne stopped walking. "Is there anything else?"

Henry rubbed his temple and said, "Sleep with me for a while."

Yvonne frowned. "Just sleep by yourself. I want to go and wash my face."

"Wash it after you wake up." Then, Henry pulled her onto the bed with him strongly.

Yvonne was stunned. "Were you pretending?"

He had so much energy in him. He did not appear so weak that he could not even walk properly.

So he was indeed pretending to be weak just now.

Henry pretended that he did not understand what she meant. He turned around and hugged her. Then, he used another hand to grab the blanket to cover both of them.

He put his chin on her head and said in a deep voice," That's enough. Don't mess around anymore. I'm dizzy."

Yvonne noticed that he sounded rather tired. At first, she wanted to struggle from his arms. She now gave u p that thought and lay in his arms obediently without moving at all.

An unknown period of time passed. Soon, she heard his even and steady breathing from above her.

She looked up at him. He had now closed his eyes tightly and slept soundly.

But she was not sleepy. This belongs to .

At that moment, her phone on the bedside cabinet vibrated all of a sudden.

Yvonne was scared. She quickly fished for the phone and looked toward him.

She thought that he would be awakened. But after taking a close look at him, she realized that he was still fast asleep. He seemed to not be bothered by the phone vibrations. It might be because of the alcohol.

Seeing that he was not awake, she breathed a sigh of relief. She now felt that it was safe to look at her phone.

She received a message at that moment given that her phone vibrated only once. She looked at the contact number and realized that it was the person who pulled a prank on her the previous night.

That previous night, she received a message telling her that she was not a Frey. It was a prank. Did the same thing happen again?

Thinking that, she tapped on the message. But the content of that message was beyond her expectation. I t was short and precise. "Why don’t you make a guess?"

"Make a guess? What should I guess about?" Yvonne muttered in annoyance.

That person might be asking her to guess his identity given that she had asked him who he was the night before.

But she only received a reply from that person after an entire day. It was such a short and precise message. She was certainly annoyed.

Besides, she did not bother to make a guess. She thought that it’d be better if she made a call.

Thinking of that, Yvonne did not hesitate. She grabbed the phone with one hand and pulled Henry's hand away from around her waist softly. She then sneaked out of bed and walked toward the living room.

When she reached the living room, she heaved a soft sigh. Only then did she dial that contact number.

However, nobody answered her call.

But Yvonne did not give up. She hung up the call and called that number again.

This time around, that person switched off the phone directly.

Yvonne became so angry that her little face became puffy. At last, she could only scratch her head and she decided to write a reply message to that person. "Who the hell are you? I don't have time to play along with you."

After that, she sent the message after she confirmed the content.

After she successfully sent the message, she put away the phone and sat down on the sofa. She muttered," This person might know who I am."

If not, how would that person know about the Freys?

If that person knew her, she might know who that person was too.

But she could not pinpoint who that person was. She did not even know what was up that person's sleeves, and what kind of aim he had in mind.

After sitting for a while on the sofa, she still received n o message from that person. Yvonne knew that he had purposely refused to reply to her message again.

Although she felt uneasy about it, she did not dwell long on that. She then got up and went to wash her face.

At night, Sue came over to cook in the kitchen.

Yvonne curled up in a ball on the sofa and watched T V. Suddenly, she heard some noise from around the bedroom. She took the remote control and lowered the TV volume. She then looked toward the bedroom.

Henry's shirt was a mess when he left the bedroom. H e wore no jacket too. She did not know whether he had taken it off purposely or if he simply did not want to wear that.

"You're awake." Yvonne stated.

Henry knocked on his head softly and walked toward her. "What time is it now?"

His voice was so hoarse that it was slightly unpleasant.

Yvonne glanced at the time. "It's almost seven at night. Are you alright? Do you have a hangover?"

Henry sat down and heaved a heavy sigh. "My head hurts."

"So it seems like you’re not sobered up yet. Just wait for a short while." She then put down the remote control and walked into the kitchen.

After a short while, she held a bowl and walked

toward him. "Here you are. Drink this."

"What’s this?" Henry looked at the yellowish liquid in the bowl and frowned.

Seeing that he did not take the bowl from her, she put i t on the coffee table before him. "It's vegetable soup to help cure your hangover. Your headache will ease after you drink this."

"Did you cook it?" Henry lifted the bowl of soup and took a sip.

Yvonne spread her hands. "No, I asked Sue to cook for you. I thought that you might feel uncomfortable after you woke up. So, I asked Sue to cook this for you."

"I see." Henry smirked. "But how did you know that I'd feel uncomfortable when I woke up?"

"It's normal. People who are drunk are like this.

Besides, you certainly feel the same too since you’re just human. Drink it now. It's almost time for dinner." She urged him.

Henry said no more. He then leaned backward and finished up the vegetable soup.

After that, he suddenly saw something below the coffee table after he finished the soup. Something was placed in the partition below the coffee table.

He took it and found that it was a document folder. It was rather thick too, and he did not know what was inside the folder.

Seeing the folder in his hand, Yvonne patted her head suddenly.

Henry heard that and turned around to ask her," What's wrong?"

"This." Yvonne pointed at the folder. "I've forgotten about it again. I've been meaning to give it to you." "For me?” Henry narrowed his eyes. "What’s inside?"