CHAPTER 278 MUNCHAUSEN SYNDROME

Jacqueline was dumbfounded. She opened her mouth a few times, but it took a while before she found her voice again. "But., but it has been so long. Considering our past relationship, can't you just look the other way?"

"Relationship?" Henry repeated the word toyingly. " Were we ever in a relationship? Even so, it must’ve been one-sided. You were only using me all along, isn’t that right?"

"No..."Jacqueline’s expression became guilty and her voice grew softer. "I didn’t use you. I also took our relationship seriously in the past."

Yvonne had been standing at the staircase listening to their conversation. However, she couldn't stand listening to them any longer. She coughed lightly twice and said, "Miss Conrad, I advise you not to play the sympathy card. My hubby is not going to let your father off, no matter what you say. If you are asking him to go easy on you for old times' sake, I think my hubby already did."

Hearing the word 'hubby' coming from Yvonne was like a feather brushing against his heart. It stirred something in him-he even felt a sense of euphoria. It made him look at Yvonne with even more intensity.

When Jacqueline witnessed this, her annoyance erupted. She wished she could turn Henry’s gaze to herself and have him look at her in the same way, but her rationality stopped her. She simply questioned the woman coldly, "Yvonne, what do you mean?"

Yvonne smiled faintly and walked down the staircase. She stopped when she reached Henry and hugged his arm affectionately. "I'm saying the fact that you are not sitting in jail with your father is precisely because my hubby let you off on account of that part relationship. That is why I'm advising you to behave yourself. Otherwise, you'll get yourself in trouble." 1

"You..." Jacqueline glared at her angrily.

It was, of course, blatantly clear that Yvonne deliberately mocking her.

"Yvonne, who do you think you are? Do you have the right to speak here?" Jacqueline pointed at Yvonne furiously.

The corners of Yvonne's lips curled, but just as she was about to retaliate, Henry suddenly pulled her behind him. "She's my wife, so what do you think?"

It was obvious that his question was rhetorical-my wife naturally has the right to speak here!

Jacqueline looked at Henry incredulously, "Henry, you are speaking up for her?"

Similarly, Yvonne was quite surprised by Henry’s reaction. But her joy definitely outweighed her astonishment. After all, Henry very rarely defended her right in front of Jacqueline.

"I'm not speaking up for her. I am rightfully standing o n her side and defending her." Henry tossed an emotionless gaze at Jacqueline. "What Yvonne said was exactly what I wanted to tell you. I didn't let you g o to jail because I am going easy on you because of our past. You better be grateful. Don't ever come looking for me to get Dominic Conrad out of prison. Leave!"

He had already ordered her to leave.

Jacqueline's eyes turned red as she shook her head. "N o, I'm not leaving. I'm here because of my father. If you don't agree to my request, I'm not leaving."

"You're threatening me?" Henry's expression turned cold.

Yvonne raised her brows. Why did this situation seem familiar?

“Henry, I'm not threatening you. I'm begging you. Please let my father go." Jacqueline stretched out her hand, wanting to hold Henry's arm.

Henry avoided her hand forthrightly and replied expressionlessly, "No way!"

"What if I kneel down and beg you?" Jacqueline shouted.

Henry remained unmoved. "I already told you. I will not let Dominic Conrad off no matter what you do. If you want to kneel, just go ahead."

"Fine!” Jacqueline looked at him decisively and headed for the door.

Yvonne looked in the direction that Jacqueline was walking, then she turned to look at Henry’s peeved expression with slight curiosity and asked, "Henry, do you think she will leave or really kneel outside?"

"I don't know," Henry said those three words icily.

Yvonne was a little worried. "Maybe I should go outside and look."

"No!" Henry pulled her back and did not let her follow.

Yvonne looked at his hand. “But... what if she really kneels?"

"Let her kneel,” Henry said.

Yvonne bit her lower lip, feeling uneasy. "Won't you worry if something happens to her when she kneels outside?"

Something flashed in Henry's eyes, but he didn't say a word.

When Yvonne saw him like this, she knew that he still cared for Jacqueline. She felt a pang of jealousy.

"Henry, you should go out and take a look. If she really kneels outside, stop her," Yvonne persuaded.

Of course, Yvonne didn't care about Jacqueline's wellbeing. She was just worried that if Jacqueline knelt outside their house and caused a ruckus, it would become gossip fodder for the neighbors. 1

"It's unnecessary." Henry rejected Yvonne's suggestion again.

Noting Henry's insistence, Yvonne shrugged and didn't say anything more about it.

If it was unnecessary, so be it.

Even if the sky falls, he'd be there to hold it. She shouldn't even waste her time worrying.

Finally, Yvonne pulled her hand away from Henry's and changed the topic. "Henry, have you eaten?”

"Yes.” Henry nodded before he turned his pair of deepset eyes at her, staring intensely. "You...”

"Huh?” Yvonne blinked her eyes puzzledly. "What did I do?"

"What did you call me just now?" Henry asked her.

Yvonne answered instinctively without a second thought. "Henry.” exclusive content.

"No, what did you call me in front of Jacqueline?" Henry wanted to correct her.

"What I called you in front of Jacqueline?" Yvonne crooked her head and suddenly remembered. Her face became a little red. "I...I forgot!"

"Did you really forget? Or are you refusing to answer m e on purpose?” Henry lifted her chin and forced her to look at him.

Yvonne wanted to avoid the question but she couldn't so she could only bite the bullet and answer him. "I... I really forgot."

"Is that so?" Henry leaned over and placed his face right in front of her. He came closer and closer to her until she could feel his scorching breathing.

"Do you need me to remind you? You call me your hubby," Henry said.

The way he intentionally stressed the word 'hubby' could make any listener melt.

Yvonne’s small face turned even redder. "I...I only said that to make Jacqueline angry."

"But I like it." Henry looked at her. "Call me again."

"Huh?" Yvonne looked up, surprised. She almost thought she heard him wrongly.

Henry urged, "Call me hubby again."

"I'd rather not." Yvonne felt like she had been placed o n the spot.

She only called him her husband inwardly or when he wasn't around.

She had never actually done it directly in front of him. This made it a little hard for her.

"Why not? If I want you to, you must. Otherwise, I'll kiss you." Henry threatened, narrowing his eyes.

Yvonne’s body stiffened. She looked at him incredulously.

He was acting very scoundrelly!

"Quick!” Henry urged.

Yvonne took a deep breath. She clenched her fists and forced herself to say that word. "H--Hubby.”

Even though her voice was very soft, Henry already heard her.

Henry knew that she wasn't used to calling him that s o he didn't want to force her further. He stroked the top of her head satisfactorily. "Not bad. Call me hubby from now on. Okay, you can go back and rest, I need to go upstairs to settle some work."

He drew his hand back and walked upstairs.

After he left, Yvonne exhaled. It was only then that her embarrassment and awkwardness abated.

But since he told her to call him hubby in the future, did he like her calling him that so much?