CHAPTER 87 MASTER LANCASTER’S VISIT

"No." Yvonne rubbed her nose awkwardly.

Honestly, she could not imagine Henry fighting as well.

"Alright, what are you two doing outside? Come in now!" Henry who heard their playful laughter from the office finally barked, feeling it grating on his ears and fueling an angry flame within him.

Not daring to stall, Yvonne went past Shane and entered quickly.

"Henry," she called out.

Henry looked at her with an inexplicable emotion." You..."

"Hmm?" Yvonne tilted her head.

"Nothing." Henry cast his gaze away.

He actually wanted to ask her if she was equally uncomfortable when she heard him calling Jacqueline by her nickname. For some reason, however, he could not vocalize the words, afraid to hear an answer he did not want. 1

"Oh..." Looking at the man who kept quiet ultimately when he looked like he had something to say, Yvonne pursed her lips rather disappointedly.

Shane did not come into the office but watched the two while he leaned against the door frame. "Okay, the interaction between the two of you is awkward even for someone watching. Henry, go over to Jacqueline's. I'll take her for a checkup."

He pointed at Yvonne.

Henry pulled a chair over to sit down. "I’ll wait for you guys here."

"Not going to Jacqueline anymore?" Shane looked at him playfully while Henry ignored him with a frosty expression.

Shane was unfazed by his reaction. He entered the room with a shrug to pick up a case record clipboard and had it clamped under his arms. "Sure. Then wait for us here. Let's go."

Yvonne looked at Henry before nodding. "Okay."

She was the first to head out, followed by Shane. The man stopped after a few steps and turned to tell Henry seriously, "Henry, I don't care what you think about Jacqueline now, but since you say that it’s impossible between the two of you, you better keep your words."

"Are you teaching me how to act?" Henry clenched his jaws.

Shane adjusted his expression and smiled again. "No, no, I’m just reminding you. Yvonne is your wife. Even when you think that you don’t love her, put her in the first place of priority and give her the respect she deserves as your wife. Otherwise, there are people around who are willing to be better toward her." 1

"Are you talking about yourself? So you do..." "Ah!" Shane cut Henry off with a cry, looking at his watch with an exaggerated look. "Sorry, Henry. It's about time. If I don't use the lab, other doctors occupy i t for their checkups. Bye."

With his long legs, Shane strode away, leaving Henry with the view of his back.

Henry gripped his fists tightly. The storm at the bottom of his eyes was threatening to destruct the world. He was certain now that Shane harbored an interest in Yvonne. His words just now were warning him that he would snatch Yvonne away if he mistreated the girl!

How dare he proclaim that he was stealing his wife? It did not matter, however. Even when Henry did not love Yvonne, she could only be his, not someone other men could covet! 1

Henry made a call with a scowl.

"Mr. Lancaster?” Joe’s voice drifted from the speaker.

Henry got up to the French window. "Make arrangements for another doctor to take over Yvonne Frey’s future body checkups."

"Another doctor?” Joe asked in confusion, "What's the matter with Dr. Summers? He's the best surgeon."

The veins on Henry's forehead throbbed. "Shane will only be in charge of Jack... Jacqueline. Yvonne Frey won't be under his care, so change her to another

doctor."

“Okay, I understand." Joe obliged.

Henry kept his phone and sat back down at his previous spot to continue waiting for Yvonne.

After approximately two hours, she came back alone without Shane. Henry looked much better when he saw that. "What took you so long?”

"I did a full body checkup. Sorry for making you wait s o long." Yvonne smiled apologetically.

Without a reply, Henry got up to head out and Yvonne quickly followed suit.

When they got in the car, Henry extended his hand. " Give me your phone."

"What's the matter?" Yvonne asked curiously but her hands worked at the same time to pass him her phone.This belongs to .

Receiving the device, Henry checked her call history and found Shane's contact number before he blocked i t directly.

Yvonne's eyes twitched at it. "Henry, you..."

"Reluctant?" the man scoffed.

Yvonne shook her head. "No, I just don’t understand why you'd do that."

"No reason.” Henry returned the gadget to her." Yvonne Frey, this is the last time I’m warning you. Do not act so close to other men and do not call them by their first names or meet them casually."

He really could not fathom it. How could an average and ordinary woman like her possess such captivation that even Shane was attracted by her?

"I don't think I know other men except for Dr. Summers." Yvonne pouted, feeling wronged.

Henry glanced at her icily and reminded, "There’s also Elliot Taylor."

"What does Mr. Taylor have to do with me? I’ve only met him twice and I don't even have his contact number." Yvonne rolled her eyes.

Henry arched a brow. "Really?"

"Duh, check it if you don't believe me." She passed him her phone again.

Henry did not take it this time. "No need, I believe you. You don't have to talk to them in the future too, especially Shane."

"Why? Dr. Summers is your friend, I'll inevitably..." 1

"You really don’t know why?" Henry cut her off.

Yvonne frowned in confusion. "No."

Henry stared at her eyes for some time and made sure that she was not lying with an unnoticeable smirk.

"Nevermind if you don’t. Just remember what I say."

"Oh, okay." Yvonne complied.

Returning to the villa, Sue came out to welcome them when she heard the engine.

"Sir, madam, you’re back. Master's been waiting for some time," Sue said while she took Yvonne's purse.

Henry furrowed his brows. "Grandpa's here again?"

The old man was making frequent visits recently!

"Yes, the master's been here for a while. He's waiting for both of you in the living room now."

"What is it for this time?" Henry asked casually while Yvonne perked her ears up.

"Not sure. Master doesn't look very happy. I think he's angry." Sue thought about it.

Yvonne's heart lurched. "Angry?"

"I think so. Master's been here for so long but he hasn’t said a word. What else is it if he isn't mad?" replied Sue.

Yvonne tugged Henry’s arm and asked softly, “Henry, why do you think Grandpa's angry?"

"We'll know when we go in and ask him." Henry pulled back his arm and entered the villa.

Left behind, Yvonne pouted.

"Madam, let us go in too," Sue reminded.

Yvonne nodded with a hum.

When they entered the villa, Master Lancaster was sitting on the couch in the living room just like Sue mentioned. He had a long face with an ominous expression. It was a plain sight that he was fuming

inwardly.

Yvonne had almost never seen the old man this way. The most she had seen was his kind smile. Now that she saw his furious look, she felt cowardly.

"Grandpa..." she called out behind Henry.

Master Lancaster glanced at her coldly. 1

Alarmed, Yvonne suddenly blanched as she realized something. His anger seemed to be directed toward her...