CHAPTER 90 ASSERTIVE SUE

Henry stopped in his tracks. "Sue, what more?"

"Sir, you really can't go tonight!" Sue looked back at Henry seriously.

Henry frowned. "Give me a reason. I don’t believe the one from just now!"

Sue steeled herself. "The reason is, you're madam's husband. I will never allow you to go to another woman. If you must go, I'll call master."

She fished out her phone as she spoke. She was sent here by Old Lancaster. Sir would never send her away.

Sue's warning enraged Henry as he wore a scowl." Sue, are you threatening me?"

"Sir, I’m not. It’s just that you really can't go!” Sue sighed.

Looking at Henry’s glowering face, Yvonne was scared of him exploding in wrath if it went on. She quickly pulled Sue with a smile. "It's fine, Sue. I’m okay. Let him go."

"No, sir really mustn't go tonight!" Sue insisted and persuaded the girl painstakingly, "Madam, I’m doing this for you. If sir steps out of this door today, the consequences are unbearable.”

The severity relayed made Yvonne nervous. "Sue, did something happen?”

Henry kept his gaze on Sue as well.

Feeling the mounting pressure from both youngsters' gazes, Sue said, "It’s actually nothing big. It’s just..."

"Speak!" Henry ordered impatiently.

Sue scratched her head. "Okay, I’ll tell you. It's master’s instruction. He's asked me to watch over you, sir, and not allow you to go out."

"Grandpa?" Henry raised a brow.

Sue's gaze flashed. "Yes. If you don’t believe it, you can call master, sir."

"No need.” Henry tugged his tie.

There was finally a beam on Sue’s face. "Are you still heading out then, sir?"

Henry replied to her with an icy stare before going upstairs.

"Sue, what’s that supposed to mean?" Yvonne pointed upstairs in a daze.

Sue knocked her head. "Madam, you naive girl. Of course sir isn’t going out. Master's really useful in situations like this!"

As she spoke, she nudged Yvonne upstairs as well." Quickly, go back to your room and wash up, madam."

"Why?” Yvonne said in puzzlement, "It's still early. My TV program is still playing."

Henry was not going out anymore. Of course she was i n the mood to watch television again. The series she was on only released two episodes a week. She was adamant about finishing them.

"Ah, madam, the TV isn't important. What’s important i s you and sir’s..." Sue stopped herself abruptly, making Yvonne frown. "Sue, me and Henry's what? Why do I feel that you're acting strange tonight?"

"What's strange? Okay, madam, go along now." Sue opened the door and pushed Yvonne inside before she quickly closed the door, her actions completed in one smooth sequence.

Yvonne was dumbfounded.

When Henry came out from the bathroom, it was a dazed Yvonne standing at the door that he saw and he could not help speaking up, "Yvonne Frey, what are you doing standing there?"

Yvonne snapped out of her reverie. "It’s Sue. I keep feeling like she's acting all mysterious tonight, like she's keeping something from us and not letting us know."

"You didn’t ask her?" Henry asked unbuttoning his sleeves.

Yvonne shook her head. "No, but I don’t think she'll tell me if I ask anyway."

"Never mind about it. Did you spray perfume in the room?" Henry sat down on the couch and poured himself a glass of wine. exclusive content.

"Perfume?" Yvonne sniffed around. "It does smell like i t."

Henry’s glass twirling motion froze. "It's not you?"

"No. I've never used these," Yvonne replied, "It's probably Sue. She came up to clean our room when we had dinner just now. It was probably done then. It smells nice.”

She could not help taking a few more whiffs.

Henry looked at her like he was looking at a fool and despised, "Why are you still so silly?"

"Huh?" Yvonne blinked and was slightly ruffled. "How am I silly!"

"Everywhere.” Henry put down his glass of wine and said, "I'll have Joe hire another etiquette coach in a few days."

Yvonne's eyes shone. "Really?"

God knew how much she wanted to be like Jacqueline, to transform into an elegant and intellectual woman who matched Henry's ideal image of a wife. It was a pity that no one taught her all this while and she was too poor to hire a coach. As it happened, it was postponed for three years.

She did not expect Henry to take the initiative in mentioning about finding a coach for her now. Yvonne happily swiped her fist in the air.

It still looked silly to Henry, but when he saw her being so happy, he thought that it was not entirely unacceptable.

"Alright, sleep first if you want to. I'll work for a bit in the study." Henry got up.

Yvonne nodded. "Okay."

After a while of going through documents in the study room, Henry suddenly felt himself heating up. He thought that it was the air conditioning that was adjusted to a higher temperature, so he put down his pen to pick up the remote and lowered the setting.

As the air conditioning went on full blast, the worming heat on him felt better. Henry sighed in relief and went back to his work.

As time trickled by, he felt warmer. It could not be helped even when he had set the temperature to its lowest.

"Hiss..." Henry sucked in a breath in discomfort.

He had always been an incredibly intelligent man. In a matter of seconds, he knew that his current state was not due to the air conditioning but himself. He was drugged!

That was why Sue was stopping him from going out!

Infuriated, the veins on Henry's forehead popped as large droplets of sweat fell. Even his breathing turned laborious.

He tossed his pen away to wash his face with cold water in the study’s bathroom but it was in vain. His body was feeling hotter and his head was getting heavier, his vision was starting to swim too.

Knowing that he must not go on like this, Henry took off his clothes and went for a cold shower, thinking that it could at least suppress himself. The result made his blood boil even more. Not only did the cold shower not work, but it also roused the heat within him.

"Damn it, what drug is it?" Henry roared low with a gruff voice and reddened eyes.

He was certain that he would not get the answer now but he swore to himself that when the effect of the drug was over, he was seeking Sue for sure!

Henry then grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his hips, stepping out of the bathroom. He picked up his phone to call Yvonne. "Yvonne Frey!”

"What... what is it?" Yvonne sounded like she was frightened as she stuttered in her reply.

"Come over,” Henry ordered through gritted teeth.

"Sor - sorry, Henry... I don’t think I can, I... I..." She stammered as if it was difficult for her to speak about i t.

Henry locked his brows together. "What's up with you?"

"I... I'm fine..." "You got drugged too?" Henry squinted.

Yvonne's voice raised. "Henry, you also...” "Mm, that’s why I'm asking you over. Now!” He hung u p after that. 1

Yvonne answered the phone laying in the bathtub, her face flushing like it could drip blood. She did not expect something so cumbersome to happen to her. 2

"Hah..." She clapped her cheeks and draped the bathrobe beside her on before going to Henry’s study room.