CHAPTER 258 LATE NIGHT SURPRISE

Yvonne couldn't believe her ears and thought she might have misheard, so she held her breath and asked, "When you said I don't have to worry about Jacqueline anymore, what did you mean exactly?”

Henry opened his eyes slightly. His eyes had a faint killer intent reflected in them. “Jacqueline Conrad has a boyfriend overseas and they are doing well. So naturally I wouldn’t have any more ties with her whatsoever.You can stop worrying now."

"W-what did you say? Jacqueline has a boyfriend?" Yvonne was sure of what she had heard now- Henry had actually called her by her full name and that shocked her.

But what really surprised her was the news of how Jacqueline had a boyfriend.

"That’s right, his name's Liam. He’s a jewel designer and they're very much in love with each other," explained Henry coldly.

Yvonne’s mouth had gaped so wide open an egg could fit in it and it took her awhile before she said, “Three years ago? How is this possible! Weren’t you the person she loved?"

Henry snickered sarcastically and kept quiet.

He had already known that Liam was the person Jacqueline truly loved and not him.

She had only faked to have loved him for the sake of achieving her own goals using his identity.

He was ashamed at himself for only realizing it now. But he couldn't tell all this to Yvonne-his pride and ego prevented him from even trying.

But Yvonne had already guessed most of his thoughts through his expression.

His silence made it clear that he was not the one Jacqueline loved. But why did she tell Yvonne that she would take Henry away from her if she did not love him?

Was she really such a possessive person as Sue and Shane had said? Would she really find ways to remove her rivals, even if she didn't love that person?

If that were really true, then Yvonne could only assume that Jacqueline was mentally ill.

"What about you?" asked Yvonne suddenly.

Henry's eyes opened wide, "What about me?"

"Are you jealous now that you know Jacqueline is together with Liam?” Yvonne stared right into his eyes.

His eyes dangerously narrowed. "Why would I be jealous."

"Aren't you..."

"I’m not in love with her!" Henry shouted before Yvonne could finish-he seemed to have guessed what she was going to say.

Yvonne spoke again, "I don’t believe you. Do you really not have any more feelings for her?"

“Alright, enough of this topic. Is the medicine ready?” Henry turned to look over his shoulder.

Yvonne felt a little annoyed, but she nodded. "It’s ready."

Henry's reaction clearly showed he still had some feelings for Jacqueline.

In fact, Henry did still have some feelings for her despite it not being as deep as it used to be. Maybe it was really just a little bit, but that bit was enough to make Henry react.

That was probably how unforgettable a person's first love could be.

Yvonne lowered her head. Her long eyelashes covered up her eyes and her face could not be seen clearly, hence her actual emotions were unclear.

Henry noticed the person behind him had fallen silent and pulled out the blanket to sit up. He then asked as h e was wearing his clothes, "What are you thinking?”

"Nothing," replied Yvonne. She pulled away her medicated blanket and got out of bed to leave the room without another word.

Henry saw through the edges of his eyes when she left. He could tell that she was slightly angry, but he was unsure of the reason.

Without thinking too much, he picked up his cell phone by the bed and walked out to make a phone call.

Yvonne walked out of the room and stood there for a few seconds. Her heart felt even more uncomfortable when she saw that no one was following her.

He still said that he loved her.

In the end, he did not come out to ask if she was alright and if something was wrong.

Clearly his EQ was not up to her standards yet.

"Madam." Sue was holding a bag of trash she collected from the washroom and gently called out to Yvonne when she saw her standing there, dazed.

Yvonne rubbed her face and calmed her emotions. She then forced a wry smile and said, "What is it, Sue?"

"Nothing, I just so happened to see you standing there so I called out to you. Also, I was going to say goodbye t o you since it's getting late now. So I should head back to the villa. Have a good rest you two." As she finished, Sue went off with the bag of trash in her hands.

Yvonne was the only one left in the living room. A gust of cold wind blew through the balcony door that was left open and it was so cold that she let out a sneeze.

She rubbed both her arms and walked over to close the balcony and turned on the radiator in the living room to warm herself up.

She had not intended to return to the room since she could hear Henry talking after she left-she figured he was on the phone and did not wish to disturb him.

Yvonne then walked to the coffee table and sat down o n the sofa and picked up a bag on the table. She then took out the materials for the scarf and tidied it up.

When Henry was done with his phone call, he walked out of the room to find Yvonne holding two thick knitting needles, making a scarf.

This was the first time Henry actually saw her knitting and found it refreshing. He walked over and asked, "Are you knitting a scarf?"

"Yes." replied Yvonne without raising her head, solely focused on her knitting.

Henry was slightly uncomfortable and pursed his lips. "Who for?"

"Myself," replied Yvonne.

It was actually for him, but since it was not his birthday yet, she was not going to tell him about it.

"Yourself?” Henry squinted his eyes and noticed the black thread on her hands and said, "Why is it black?"

"I like it," replied Yvonne with her head still lowered.

Henry raised an eyebrow, "But I remember you don’t like black.”

Yvonne was slightly startled and she fumbled-she did not have time to even think if Henry had caught onto something when she fumbled. She pretended to b e calm and said, "It’s almost winter and the colors for winter clothes are usually quite plain, so black would b e an ideal match for them."

"Is it now...” said Henry as he dragged out his sentence.

Yvonne did not dare to raise her head and was not sure if Henry believed her or not.

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

Henry knocked on the coffee table and said, "Go open i t."

"Why me?" Yvonne finally held her head up.

Henry folded his arms and sat down, "Go!”

"But I'm doing this..."

"Go!" ordered Henry again.

Yvonne glared at him and pouted, then put down the stuff she had in her hands and walked to the door.

When the door opened, a delivery boy stood there.

There was a bouquet of roses in his hands and they looked very fresh.

Each rose still had silver droplets of water and the aroma filled the air.

Yvonne froze when she saw the bouquet and didn’t know how to react.

The delivery boy spoke first instead, "Excuse me, are you Yvonne Frey?"

Yvonne gathered her thoughts and immediately nodded. "That's me!”

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Could the bouquet be for her?

"That’s correct then, this is for you." The delivery boy handed the bouquet to Yvonne.

Yvonne was dumbfounded.

Even if she had guessed that the bouquet was hers, she felt very happy and excited that it took her a moment before she reacted and stuttered, "F-For...me?”

"That's right," smiled the delivery boy as he nodded. Yvonne gulped and said, "But I-I... didn't order them."