Chapter 100: Chapter 100: I Love Him More Than You

Yvonne Sutton’s heart tightened. She subconsciously took a step toward Wyatt Shaw, but Jean Bell grabbed her and held her back firmly.

"You should give him a chance to choose."

Yvonne turned to look at Jean, noticing her tense expression, as if she were also one of the choices.

As for Wyatt, he started walking slowly, then his pace quickened, faster and faster. He stormed in front of the camera. All the actors and crew on set turned to look at him, but the piano music didn’t stop. He continued to stride forward.

But the next moment, he walked past the person playing the piano and rushed straight to where the painting was hanging.

"Who ruined my painting!" he roared.

Jean froze. Yvonne was also stunned for a moment.

’So he wasn’t looking at Candice Yates just now; he was examining the painting.’

Director Lynch, snapping back to his senses, hurried forward to explain, but Wyatt was furious.

"This is a work by my favorite artist, and you’ve dirtied it!" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"It was an accident. We’ll definitely compensate you for it."

"Is this about money? This is art!"

"Yes, yes, art is priceless. We’re truly sorry."

"Still playing? Still filming?" Wyatt shouted, pointing at Candice.

Startled, Candice quickly pulled her hands away from the piano and looked at him, at a loss.

"Get out of my house, now!"

Jean didn’t get the answer she wanted and turned to leave in a huff. Yvonne shook her head, speechless, then hurried over to grab Wyatt and try to calm him down.

"They ruined my painting!" Wyatt was panting with rage.

"I know about it," Yvonne said, pulling him away.

"Do you have any idea how precious this painting is?"

"I do, but what’s done is done. Being angry won’t help."

"I’m going to kick them out."

"Alright, I’ll handle this."

Wyatt had been in a thunderous rage. The film crew thought he was going to smash their equipment, but Yvonne managed to placate him with just a few words and even let them continue filming.

After pulling him back into the house, Yvonne draped herself over him to console him. But seeing his cheeks puffed out in anger, she suddenly found it adorable and couldn’t help but laugh.

"You’re laughing!" Wyatt’s eyes went wide. "Don’t you know the artist who painted this has passed away? This is his final work. It’s incredibly precious..."

"I know, I know," Yvonne soothed him. "How about I compensate you for it?"

"You?" Wyatt raised an eyebrow.

Yvonne’s eyes darted around, and she called out, "Hubby."

"What is it?"

"You now owe me seventy million."

"What?"

"Didn’t you say one ’hubby’ was worth a hundred million? I just called you once, which pays off the thirty million for the painting. So now you owe me seventy million."

Wyatt was amused by her. "Fine, I owe you. But are you sure you want me to pay you back?"

Seeing Wyatt’s sly grin, Yvonne immediately grew wary. "On second thought, you don’t have to."

"Too late."

Wyatt rolled over, pinning her beneath him. "My ravishing beauty is all yours tonight."

Yvonne burst out laughing, but under Wyatt’s assault, she soon couldn’t laugh anymore.

The next day, the two of them didn’t get up until almost noon.

After breakfast, Yvonne had to go to the film set. Wyatt said he would wait for her on the beach.

When she arrived, Claire Lawrence had just finished a scene. Seeing Yvonne, she ran over with a gossipy look on her face.

"Your husband came over last night?"

Yvonne confirmed.

"No wonder you didn’t come back to sleep last night. Ooh, looks like you had a rough night," Claire said, pointing at Yvonne’s neck.

Yvonne blushed. "Why isn’t Corinne Joyner around?"

Claire leaned in closer and whispered, "They say she went to raise money to pay for your family’s painting."

Yvonne nodded. She glanced around but didn’t see Jean Bell.

’I have to be on guard against that woman now.’

With nothing else to do on set, Yvonne headed to the beach. She walked down the steps from the path and saw Wyatt standing on the sand in the distance. He was wearing a white shirt with his hands in his pockets, and the sea breeze was ruffling his hair.

Not far away, Candice Yates was running barefoot after the waves, laughing as she ran. Whenever she found a beautiful seashell, she would place it in her palm and run back to show Wyatt.

Wyatt didn’t refuse her, even taking the shell from her palm to admire it closely.

Seeing him accept it, Candice grew even happier, running with her arms outstretched into the sea breeze. Her beautiful blonde hair seemed to glow in the sunlight, illuminating her smile.

Yvonne felt a pang of jealousy. The person she was trying so hard to ignore was, in fact, rooted deep in Wyatt’s heart.

She didn’t approach them. Instead, she turned and walked back.

’Jean was right. I do care. And I am selfish.’

’If Wyatt can’t love me with his whole heart, then I can’t give him all my love either. So, I need an answer. At least one that will allow me to continue facing him with a clear conscience.’

Jean Bell was standing at the top of the steps. Seeing Yvonne retreat, she smiled smugly.

"See? You can’t pretend not to care either."

Yvonne sighed softly. "Will you finally be at peace if I leave Wyatt?"

"Perhaps. But I love him more than you do."

"So what exactly happened back then that made you give up on him?"

Jean wrapped her arms around her shoulders. In that moment, she was no longer an arrogant queen but a wounded woman.

"I took care of him in the hospital for six months, confident that if I gave it my all, he would eventually fall in love with me. At first, we got along very well. I knew he only allowed me near him because he had forgotten Hannah Abbott, but if he never remembered her, what did I have to complain about? But then, one afternoon, he was staring at the lawn in the distance and suddenly, he remembered her. When he looked back at me, his eyes were full of scorn. I couldn’t take it. I asked him if he could accept me. Guess what he said?"

Yvonne’s heart leaped into her throat. "What?"

Jean closed her eyes for a moment before answering. "He said, ’You’re ridiculous.’"

Yvonne’s fists clenched abruptly, and her heart, which had been in her throat, plummeted.

You’re ridiculous.

Ridiculous.

He had said those words to Jean, but Yvonne felt that someday in the future, on some afternoon, he would say the same thing to her.

"You can lie to yourself, but Wyatt won’t deign to lie to you. You think you can win his love, but he’ll suddenly stab you when you least expect it, and it will be the end of you," Jean murmured.

"You think I’ll end up just like you?" Yvonne asked.

"Yes. That’s why I’m saving you."

Yvonne found this amusing. "You just don’t want anyone else to have what you couldn’t get. That’s just jealousy."

After saying her piece, Yvonne strode away.

Wyatt stayed at the beach all day, and Yvonne didn’t disturb him. ’It’s best not to force matters of the heart. Accept any changes with grace and be ready to let go at any time.’ This was a lesson she had learned from the past eight years. It might not apply to everyone, but it applied to her.

Wyatt didn’t come back until dinnertime. Everything was as normal; he laughed and joked around with her.

After dinner, Yvonne was heading to the set when Candice Yates stopped her at the villa’s entrance.

"Mrs. Shaw, could I have a word with you?" she asked.

Yvonne raised an eyebrow. "What do you want to talk about?"

Candice invited her to the small garden on the west side of the villa, where no one was around.

She hesitated for a moment before mustering up her courage and saying, "Mrs. Shaw, please rest assured, I’m not trying to take your place. I just want to be Mr. Shaw’s mistress."