CHAPTER 50 TOO NOISY

Yvonne suddenly remembered that today was the fifteenth. The day when she would get paid at her job.

Her mother would usually call her early in the morning to ask for money.

"I don't think so," Sue shook her head after thinking for a while.

Yvonne didn't quite believe it. Her mother was always about the money, so it was impossible for her to not come asking about it.

"Where’s my phone?" Yvonne turned her head left and right, trying to look for her phone.

"Here,” Sue took out her phone from the bedside table drawer.

Yvonne couldn't get up so she could only stay in bed. Fortunately, her left hand was fine enough for her to b e browsing on her phone, though it was a little sore for her to keep it lifted.

Yvonne checked through her call log over again and again and was shocked to not find any missed calls from her mother in the end.

"That’s weird, she actually didn't ask me for money!" Yvonne held her phone with a shaky hand.

Since Sue had been serving her for three years, she knew everything about Yvonne’s family matters. She laughed when she heard Yvonne's exclamation. "Isn't i t good for you to have some peace and quiet for once?"

"Well it is, but I'm just not used to it. I just can't help feeling that if she doesn't find me this time, she will ask for even more next time,” Yvonne put down her phone worriedly.

Sue sat by her bed, then took an apple and started peeling it. "That may be possible. In my opinion, your parents are asking you for more and more money every month because you have been spoiling them too much, madam."

Yvonne raised her arm to cover her eyes, "It's not like I can refuse. Besides, I know them best since they are m y parents. If I don’t give them money, they can do anything. I'm just worried that I'd hear them stirring u p trouble at my workplace. If they did, the Lancaster family would be disgraced too."

It was indeed her sadness to have such parents.

Yet, she couldn't just abandon them.

If she did, she would be irresponsible to society since she didn't know what they would do for the sake of money.

“Actually, I think you are just being a worry wart, madam. You can just tell sir directly about it. I'm sure he'll do something about it. If you can't do anything about them, then surely he can," Sue cut the apple into small pieces and offered one to Yvonne on a toothpick.

Yvonne accepted it and took a bite, "I didn’t tell him about my family matters all this while because I don't want to trouble him." 1

"But he is your husband. You shouldn't be worried about troubling him," Sue disagreed. 1

Yvonne took the last piece of apple with her toothpick and munched on it. "That’s different. I do regard him a s my husband, but do you think he regards me as his wife, Sue?"

"Well..." Sue fell silent.

Yvonne rubbed her eyes, feeling that her astigmatism was getting worse. "That's why I don’t want to bother him. To be honest, it's not that I don’t want to bother him. I just don’t want to hear him refuse.

But he did give my mom seven hundred thousand dollars last time."

"Huh? Sir did?" Sue was surprised.

Yvonne hummed in response. "He happened to be there when my mom asked me for money, so he gave her seven hundred thousand dollars. I'm guessing that they didn't find me because they haven’t finished spending it."

By the time they finished using that sum of money, they would definitely come to her again.

"Worry about it next time then. If they are still asking for too much, you should talk to sir," Sue suggested.

"I’ll consider doing that," Yvonne yawned, then took another nap.

Her nap lasted for several hours this time.

By the time she woke up, the sky was already dark.

Yvonne moved a little and felt something beside her. I t was blocked and restricted her movements.

"What is it?” Yvonne reached her hand out in confusion, only to feel a hot chest.

She was dumbstruck!

A chest?

And it was a man’s?

Yvonne gulped audibly. She painstakingly turned to the side to take a better look, only to be met with the sight of Henry sleeping soundly beside her.

When did he come?

How come she didn't realize it at all?

Just when Yvonne was staring at Henry in her fascination, he suddenly snapped open his eyes.

Yvonne was so startled that she moved backward without thinking.

Henry's pupil constricted at her movement and quickly pulled her back to his embrace. "Yvonne Frey, are you crazy?!"

Was this woman aware that she had just gotten surgery done on her?

How could she just casually turn over like that!

Yvonne laid in Henry's arms in shock while panting heavily, then pouted when she finally recovered from her shock, "I'm not crazy, you scared me!"

"You were the one who was staring at me instead of sleeping,” Henry exposed her mercilessly.

He had always been a light sleeper who would wake u p to any slightest movement.

It would be strange if he had no reaction from being stared so intently by someone else.

He just didn't expect her to be so easily frightened. Fortunately, nothing bad happened...

"So you knew," Yvonne rubbed her nose awkwardly.

She thought Henry was asleep and wouldn't know that she was staring at him.

"If you don’t want people to find out, then don't do it in the first place,” Henry told her.

Yvonne stuck her tongue out with guilt. "I didn't mean to do that. I was only a little surprised to suddenly find you sleeping here. When did you come here?"

"Quite a few hours ago," Henry replied dully, then let g o of her and laid on his back beside her.

The bed in the special private wards was quite big. In fact, it was a standard-sized double bed. The two laid o n the bed, feeling no different than lying on their bed a t home.

Even so, Yvonne still felt bad for Henry. She nudged him gently with her arm, "Why didn’t you go back home and rest? The hospital probably isn't a comfortable place to sleep."

"Enough," Henry moved his arm a little further away." I know if it's comfortable or not. If you're still sleepy then go to sleep. If you're not, then keep quiet. I've got a bad headache."

"Headache?" Yvonne was so anxious that she had forgotten about what Henry just told her. She looked a t him worriedly, "Is it very bad? Should I get the doctor to come?"

"No need!" Henry knitted his eyebrows tightly together. "I'll be fine if you can keep quiet. It's hurting from all the noises you're making."

Yvonne choked.

His head hurt because of her?

Was he indirectly telling her that she was talking too much? 1

Yvonne was a little unhappy when she realized that, but she still kept her mouth shut obediently.

The ward fell silent again.

Henry closed his eyes again after regaining his inner peace. His breathing evened out very soon as he drifted back into his sleep.

It was only then Yvonne noticed the dark circles under his eyes, as well as the stubbles on his face.

Did he not rest last night?

Why did he look so tired? 1

Yvonne still had many questions in her heart that she wanted to ask Henry. However, she didn't dare to wake him up again now that he had fallen asleep. She could only suppress those questions and look at his sleeping face with her gentle gaze.

This was probably the first time she had looked at him so closely after he fell asleep.

The previous few times they shared the bed, he either came back after she fell asleep, or they had sex.

Hence, she never had a chance to look at his sleeping face. 2

Now the opportunity had presented itself, she realized that he actually looked cute in his sleep. His usual indifference was gone, replaced by a calm and peaceful expression.

Yvonne couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sleeping Henry. She didn’t know how long had passed when she heard urgent footsteps outside the door.

It was then followed by knocks on the door that sounded especially loud in the silent night. "Is Mr. Lancaster in there?"

Yvonne turned her gaze to the man lying beside her to see if he was woken up by the commotion. Content is © by .

Upon seeing that he only had his eyebrows knitted together and didn’t wake up, Yvonne breathed a sigh o f relief then lowered his voice and asked, "Who's there?”