CHAPTER 35 I'M WILLING TO BE THE DONOR

"What can I possibly tell her?" Yvonne gave him a strange look.

She and Jacqueline weren't acquainted, and they hadn’t ever met each other either. What could she possibly talk to her about?

"You told her you are my wife." Henry walked to the bed with a gloomy expression.

Yvonne opened her mouth, "I..."

"It seems like you have remembered it," he interrupted her.

"Yes, I did say that." Yvonne bit her lip, "But I didn't make a mistake."

"You're right. But haven't I told you that you are not allowed to talk about our relationship?" Henry pressed his thin lips coldly.

Yvonne lowered her head with guilt and replied in a small voice, "Yes. But I didn't tell her my name, so she doesn't know who I am..."

"You should be thankful that she didn't know and didn't believe you. If something happened to Jackie, I won't forgive you!" Henry pulled off his necktie and went into the closet.

Yvonne sat on the bed with a pale face.

She couldn't understand it. She had only claimed that she was Henry’s wife. What could possibly happen to Jacqueline?

Henry even blamed her as soon as he came back.

Yvonne gathered up the quilt and leaned against the bed, feeling extremely upset.

Henry changed into a fresh set of clothes and came out of the closet. "Your medical result is out."

Yvonne stiffened but quickly recovered. "Is that so?"

"Aren't you going to ask me what the result is?" Henry raised his eyebrow at her.

The corner of Yvonne's lips twitched slightly, but she forced a smile. "It doesn't matter."

"What do you mean?"

Yvonne lowered her gaze and didn't answer.

To her, it didn't matter what the result was.

Henry wasn't going to give up her bone marrow. He was definitely going to make her the donor anyway.

Seeing that Yvonne didn't speak, Henry walked to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of red wine. He opened it and told her the result anyway. "You won't suffer from any long-term side effects."

"Really?" Yvonne straightened her back.

"Yeah." Henry took a seat on the sofa across from the bed and nodded.

Yvonne smiled.

Although she knew that she couldn't escape from being made the donor, she was still relieved to hear this result.

"So what is your answer?" Henry swirled the wine glass and stared into her eyes.

Yvonne clenched her hands nervously. "I already have the answer, but Henry I still have a question for you. Answer me first, and I will tell you my answer."

"A question?"

"Yes."

Henry hesitated for a moment before replying. "Ask away."

Yvonne took a deep breath. "My question is, what would you do if I tell you that I'm not willing to donate my bone marrow?"

"So your answer is that you’re not willing?" Henry narrowed his eyes.

Yvonne looked at him, "Answer me first.”

Henry thumbed the wine glass in his hands as the emotions in his eyes grew unpredictable. "I'll have to d o it by force!” He spat the words out slowly.

Yvonne was instantly heartbroken. She closed her eyes bitterly and said, "As I expected..."

Even if she had guessed his answer long ago, she still couldn't accept it when she heard it with her own ears.

"You really care about that Miss Jacqueline Conrad." Yvonne bit her lip until it was nearly bleeding.

Henry took a sip of his wine, then slammed the wine glass heavily on the table. "I can't let her die!"

"Then what about me?" Yvonne gripped the fabric of her clothes in front of her chest and showed a smile that looked even worse than crying. "So you can sacrifice me, right?"

"You're not going to die either!" Henry rubbed his temples irritably.

He just couldn't understand why she had to complicate such a simple matter.

Yvonne was both upset and angry when she heard the irritation in his voice. Tears started rolling in her eyes involuntarily. "I won’t die, but no one wants to risk themselves like that! All you want is my bone marrow, but have you ever considered my feelings?" 1

Henry fell silent.

After a while, he stood up and said, "I know I'm at fault for not telling you clearly at the beginning. But I will take responsibility for you. I won't make you do it in vain."

"I don't need you to take any responsibility, but I hope you can promise me one thing. As long as you promise me, I will sign the donor agreement." Yvonne lifted his arm and wiped her tears away roughly with her sleeve. 1

Henry caught a glimpse of her movement and subconsciously frowned from being a little unused to the action. "Is it the same condition you gave last time?"

"No." Yvonne shook her head and calmed herself down a bit.

"Then what is it?"

"I know you don't have any feelings for me so I can't force you to be my real husband if you're unwilling. All I wish for is that you can give me a child." Yvonne clasped her hands tightly together. She had to muster up all the courage in her to say it out loud.

She knew this wasn't the right thing to do.

But she was out of options. Henry's grandfather wanted her to give birth to a child for the Lancaster family. If she couldn’t do that, the old man might make her divorce Henry. 2

Since she didn't want a divorce, she had no choice but to act on her own selfish intentions. Maybe if they had a child, he might be giving her more attention in the future. By then, they might really become a real married couple. 1

"You want a child?" Astonishment overflowed in Henry's dark eyes. He never thought that Yvonne's condition would turn out to be this.

Yvonne looked at her fingers and spoke softly. "I don’t really care about it, but Grandpa really wants to hold

his great-grandchild. He has urged me many times in the past three years, and even said something about not getting the chance to hold his great-grandchild in his arms soon..."

Henry didn't suspect that Yvonne was lying to him because the old man had indeed told him the same thing before.

He didn’t want a child, but his grandfather was indeed getting older. Since his health had been declining, he probably only had a few more years to live. Not only that, but his grandfather would also only accept Yvonne Frey as his granddaughter-in-law.

He didn't love Yvonne Frey, but he didn't resist her either because she wasn’t like those nauseating women out there with heavy makeup and disgusting schemes in their hearts. Perhaps it wasn't so bad to have a child with her. At least, he could make his grandfather happy.

And most importantly, it was impossible for him and Jackie to have a future. Jackie wouldn't give up on dancing and her nice body figure just to stay home and have children with him. 2

With this thought in mind, Henry puffed up his cheeks and then exhaled. "Fine!"

"What?" Yvonne couldn't react.

Henry poured himself another glass of wine again. "I said I agree." "You're not joking?” Yvonne widened her eyes in holds this content.

disbelief.

Henry turned his head and looked at her sternly. "Do you think I'm the type to joke around?”

Yvonne shook her head quickly.

Henry was always so stern and Yvonne couldn't imagine how he looked when he was joking.

So he was serious about it. 2

He really agreed to give her a baby.

Yvonne bit her nails with excitement in her heart.

Then she heard footsteps and realized that Henry was walking toward her.

“W-What are you doing?" She leaned back slightly.

"Didn’t you want a child? What do you think I'm going t 0 do?" Henry replied faintly and slowly pulled the sash of his bathrobe off, exposing his fair and strong chest t 0 the air.

Yvonne's heart instantly started racing and her face quickly turned red. "Um...I haven't signed the bone marrow donor agreement yet."

She hurriedly turned her head away, unable to look at Henry.

"You can just sign it tomorrow." Henry stripped off his bathrobe, then pulled Yvonne by her arm and pinned her under him on the bed...