CHAPTER 65 BE FAIRER TO ME

"You're back?” Henry put down the document in his hand and spoke up faintly. exclusive content.

"Mm." Yvonne closed the door and went to him. “ Didn’t you go back to headquarters? Why are you back so fast too?"

Henry did not answer her question but questioned her instead after pressing his lips. "What's going on between you and Shane?"

"Shane?" There was a one-second pause in Yvonne’s action of putting down the medication. "What do you mean?"

Henry stared at her coldly for some time before tossing his phone to her with a scoff.

What greeted Yvonne when she looked down at the screen was a photo. She and Shane were facing each other with her hand on his chin and him looking at her with a smile.

The angle that the photo was taken in made it look incredibly intimate and loving that one could not help thinking about the romance involved.

If Yvonne were not one of the people captured inside, she would certainly doubt the relationship of the two people in the photo too.

"Did Miss Conrad send it to you?" Yvonne returned the phone to Henry. Other than the initial surprise when she saw the photo, her current expression had recovered to its natural calmness.

Henry did not understand why she was so calm. Should she not be nervous?

Appalled when he took back his phone, he said, "No need to be concerned with who sent it to me. You just have to answer me. What’s going on between you and Shane?"

"It's like that...” Yvonne sighed and recounted what happened earlier. It was not like she was planning to keep it a secret from him.

"That's all?" Henry narrowed his eyes.

His skeptical gaze pricked Yvonne's heart as she bit her lips. "Yes. If you don’t believe it, you can ask Dr. Summers. I think his office has surveillance cameras."

"I believe you." 1

"What?" Yvonne's eyes bulged.

He - he - he... he said that he believed her!

"Henry, you really believe me?” she asked again in disbelief.

Henry hummed, disgruntled.

He knew that Shane had surveillance cameras in his office. Since the woman dared to ask him to check the tape, there was no reason for him to suspect anything unusual between her and Shane.

"That's strange, it’s strange..." Yvonne muttered with a n unusual expression.

When Henry heard her, he frowned. "What's strange?"

Yvonne swallowed. "Henry, didn’t Miss Conrad say anything when she sent you the photo?"

"No, she only sent me one photo," he replied.

When he saw this photo, he only found it grating to the eyes. He had even left things uncompleted at headquarters and headed back straightaway. Then, he had been sitting here waiting, wanting to ask what happened between her and Shane.

"This isn't right..." Yvonne clenched her hands into fists.

This did not seem like what Jacqueline Conrad would do.

In Yvonne's opinion, Jacqueline would make up an elaborate story to accuse her and Shane after sending Henry the photo but now, Henry was saying that she had only sent one photo.

Henry could hardly be lying, else he would not have said that he believed her. Could Jacqueline be holding back for some ultimate kill?

Thinking about it, Yvonne put her guard up as she turned suspicious.

Henry knocked on the table impatiently when he saw her reaction. "Yvonne Frey, what are you trying to

say?"

Yvonne glimpsed at him. "Nothing. It's not like you'll believe me if I tell you."

A sliver of fury burned in Henry despite his icy front. 1

"Sure, I won’t intervene with your affairs, but please tell me, haven’t I told you to keep your distance from other men? Even when you've knocked Shane, do you have to make sure that he’s not hurt by touching him?"

"I..." Yvonne choked, suddenly speechless.

She wanted to say that she did not her intention to touch the man. Shane was the one who put her hand o n his chin. Contemplating it, she was unable to counter because Shane did put her hand on his chin, but he let go soon after that. It was her who stroked his chin after.

Looking at Yvonne’s guilty front, the flame of fury in Henry burned brighter. As a result, he looked possibly icier.

"Yvonne Frey, do you want to get closer to other men that much?” Henry's hands on the table clenched up tightly.

Shocked by the man's taunt, Yvonne was stunned for a good moment before she snapped out of it. When she did, her eyes were rimmed red. "Henry Lancaster, are you in your right mind? What do you mean I want t o get closer to other men? Is this what you think of m e?"

Henry's thin lips were pressed into a line. "It's not what I think of you. It's what you've done!” 2

Yvonne nearly cried. She took a deep breath to prevent it from happening. "I admit that I shouldn't be touching Dr. Summers' chin, but I'm not what you think. I didn't do anything wrong to you!"

She did not even say a thing about how nice he was with Jacqueline, but he was angry at her for interacting with other men? Why had she never found out that he was just a biased person in the past! 1

Looking at Yvonne’s red-rimmed eyes, Henry inexplicably softened at the sight but his expression remained icy. "Hopefully so!" 1

He stabbed his hands into his pants pockets and got u p to leave.

Yvonne wiped her eyes with her sleeves and followed him to send him out.

When they were outside the door, she braved herself t 0 call him again. "Henry.”

Henry stopped in his stride to turn and look at her, waiting for what she had to say.

Yvonne sucked in a light breath. "Can you be fairer to me?"

"Fair? What fairness do you want?” Henry pressed his lips together.

"Simple. You said it yourself - you won't reconcile with Miss Conrad. In that case, can you reflect on yourself too when you ask me to keep some distance from other men?”

"What do you want me to reflect on?" Henry was irked.

Yvonne tightened her fists and looked up at the man." Distance. Of course, I don't oppose you taking care of Miss Conrad when she’s ill, but I don't think intimate actions are necessary.”

She heard from Shane that he had carried Jacqueline. Since he had decided that he was not reconciling with her, why must he hug and carry her?

"Are you bothered by it?” Henry did not answer directly but his gaze at Yvonne became deeper.

Yvonne nodded and admitted plainly. "Yes, I care very much. No woman can accept her husband being so attentive to other women, especially when the woman is her husband's ex. Do you understand what I mean, Henry?” i

Henry's gaze was cast down without saying anything.

Yvonne could not figure out what he was currently thinking, but she was afraid of him getting infuriated. However, she was not stopping there and then. She had gotten the ball rolling after all, so she had to go big or go home.

"Henry, I'm your wife now. I know that you have no feelings for me, but I hope that you at least respect me. You’re the one who said that you don't plan to reconcile with Miss Conrad, so don't put me in a

dilemma." “And if I say that I plan to reconcile with her?" Henry looked up and uttered indifferently.

Yvonne blanched in a split second. Her heart felt like someone had carved a blade into it. It hurt so much that she could not breathe.

She gripped her chest and took a few deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down slightly. 1

"If you want to reconcile with her... sure, as long as you tell Grandpa and he’s fine with it, I'll give my place to Miss Conrad!"

"What did you say?" Henry squinted, the iciness that h e exuded intensified.