CHAPTER 259 CHARITY GALA

"A gentleman ordered it for you,” answered the delivery boy.

Yvonne was confused. "Which gentleman? What’s his name?"

"There’s no full name stated here, only his surname: Lancaster!” said the delivery boy as he looked at the card attached to the bouquet.

Yvonne's eyes gaped open. "Lancaster?"

She only knew two people in the Lancaster family.

One was the old man, and the other would be... Henry Lancaster!

The old man most definitely would not have given her the bouquet. That meant that Henry had given it to her then, right?

"Ms. Frey?" The delivery saw that she had dazed off and called out to her gently to bring her back.

Yvonne smiled shyly and said, "Sorry."

"It's ok, but could you please accept these?" The delivery boy held out the bouquet even closer to her.

The bouquet was placed so close to her that she felt nervous and didn't know what to do.

She opened up her hands and wiped off the sweat on her palms against her clothes and received the bouquet after taking a deep breath. She almost dropped the bouquet due to its weight.

Luckily, the delivery boy had been holding onto it the whole time. He carefully placed the bouquet on her hands before letting go.

Still, it was quite heavy for Yvonne to be able to carry i t steadily. The bouquet was so big that her face was covered and she couldn’t see what was in front of her.

When the delivery boy left, Yvonne went back into the house and had to use her foot to close the door. She then looked downwards and walked to the living room instead of looking forward.

When she arrived at the sofa, she bent down to place the bouquet on the coffee table and finally caught her breath.

"Is it that tiring to carry a bouquet of flowers?" Henry closed the book he was reading and looked at her jokingly.

Yvonne's face blushed. "D-did... did you give me this?” "Yes, is there a problem?" admitted Henry with a nod. Yvonne waved her hands at him and replied, "No, there's no problem at all. I'm just a bit confused. What made you think of sending me a bouquet?"

That was actually the first time Henry had given her flowers.

“I saw that you were a little angry just now, so I asked Frederick what I could do to make you feel better and he said women like it when they're given gifts. I could only manage to order some flowers with the time I had," explained Henry.

Yvonne opened her mouth slightly. "So you intended t o cheer me up, and hence you gave me flowers?"

"You're quite right." Henry nodded.

Yvonne was speechless and had mixed emotions in her head. She felt surprised yet bitter at the same time.

She was surprised that Henry had finally become romantic towards her.

Yet, she was bitter because she was most likely not the first woman he had ever given flowers to.

Jacqueline had probably received tons of bouquets in the past.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Henry when he saw that Yvonne's expression continuously changed while staring at the bouquet.

Yvonne shook her head and replied, "Nothing, I'm just staring at the flowers."

"Do you like them?" Henry crossed his legs.

Yvonne immediately nodded. "I like them."

Although she minded that Henry had given flowers to Jacqueline previously in her heart, at that moment, she couldn't hide her feelings. She was so excited and elated when she received the bouquet.

"That's good, as long as you like them." Henry opened u p his book again.

Yvonne looked at him and then back at the flowers, then carried the flowers back up to the room, forgetting about the scarf she was knitting a moment ago.

Yvonne had officially started working at the Lancaster Group the next day.

The atmosphere at headquarters was even heavier than it was back at the branch office. She felt very uncomfortable throughout the day. It was not until lunchtime before Yvonne could finally catch a break.

"Yvonne." The department manager had called out to her as he went into her office area.

Yvonne was discussing with Lynette what they would have for lunch when she heard her name being called. She then immediately stood up and replied, "I'm here."

"You're Yvonne Frey?” The manager scanned her from top to bottom.

Yvonne nodded her head and replied, "Yes I am."

"Could you come out with me please? Mr. Woods is asking for you to discuss a work issue." As he finished, he turned and walked away.

Yvonne did not have much time to think and could only follow him speedily after informing Lynette.

By the time she had caught up, the manager was nowhere to be seen except for Joe who was standing along the corridor, looking at this watch.

"Mr. Woods.” Yvonne walked over to him.

Joe put down his arm. "You're here."

"Yes, the manager said you wanted to discuss a work issue with me," said Yvonne as she looked at him.

Joe rubbed his nose. "That was just a ruse to call you out without others suspecting anything."

"So it's not related to my work then?" Yvonne narrowed her eyes.

Joe coughed before replying, "Actually, Mr. Lancaster’s the one who's looking for you."

"Is there something he needs from me?" asked Yvonne curiously.

Joe adjusted his glasses and snickered. "I'm not too sure about that. Let’s go, Mr. Lancaster's expecting you."

As he finished, Joe walked off and guided her along.

Yvonne was following behind him closely.

As they arrived at the CEO’s office, Henry stopped in his tracks and gestured for Yvonne to enter alone. 2

Yvonne knocked on the door without faltering.

"Come in!" Henry’s cold voice could be heard from the other side of the door.

Yvonne pushed the door open and entered the office." You wanted to see me, Mr. Lancaster?”

"Come here.” Henry gestured towards her.

Yvonne went over and stood in front of his desk.

"Do you not feel comfortable at work?" asked Henry suddenly.

Yvonne slightly frowned. "It's alright. I’m still adjusting to the fast pace over here, but I'll do my best."

"Good." Henry nodded his head. "Take your time to adjust to your new environment. Also, do you remember the charity gala that I had mentioned to you previously?"

"Yes."

"It’s in three days’ time. Get ready for it," said Henry. holds this content.

Yvonne was startled. "You're bringing me with you?"

"Who else would I bring along other than my wife?" Henry found her question to be a little absurd.

"I don't mean it like that." Yvonne knew that he had misunderstood, so she lowered her head and explained to him, "I mean, would I not embarrass you b y going with you? I have not learned any

courtesy or behavior at such events."

"Don’t worry, leave everything to me. You just need to smile and keep quiet most of the time," replied Henry.

Yvonne twitched her lips and did not reply.

Henry suddenly got up from his chair and held her hand as they walked to the rest area.

"Put these on." Henry pointed at the bed.

"What are these?" Yvonne curiously looked at the bed, and on it were different sized boxes that looked quite luxurious.

"This is the dress and accessories that Joe prepared. Put them on and join me during the gala," replied Henry.

Yvonne acknowledged and opened up the biggest box which contained the dress and went to the washroom to get changed without saying anything else.

After she changed, she came out and blushingly asked, "Do I look good?"

Henry's eyes lit up and he nodded. "Not bad."

Yvonne's skin tone was naturally white and her shoulders were rather petite that it exuded beauty. Also, the red dress she wore was styled for mature women and that made Yvonne look even more attractive than usual.

Yvonne's heart danced when Henry praised her, but she still did not feel confident in herself and said, "Do I really look good? I still think something feels wrong somewhere."

She held up the dress and waved it around. Her face seemed troubled.

"Something feels wrong?" Henry narrowed his eyes."

Where?”

"I'm not sure. I can't wrap my fingers around it." Yvonne shrugged her shoulders.

Henry pursed his lips and took a good look at her for a few minutes. He then realized something and grabbed all the boxes from the bed and handed it to her. "Try putting all of these on!"