Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Damned by Heaven and Earth for Betraying Your Wife

Wyatt still looked unconvinced.

"I remember it clearly. You don’t like cilantro. When we eat out, if a restaurant adds it to your food, you make me pick it all out."

Yvonne Sutton was inwardly stunned, but her expression didn’t betray her surprise.

"You must have misremembered."

Wyatt frowned, trying to recall.

"Could it be Heather Rhodes who doesn’t like cilantro? Just like last time, I got it wrong. She’s the one who likes taro cake, but I remembered it as you."

"Well, Heather Rhodes and I have pretty different tastes, then."

Yvonne leaned over, took the bowl of dumpling soup from his hands, and took a sip, cilantro and all. "You even seasoned it. It’s delicious."

Wyatt shrugged. "I guess I just remembered it wrong, then."

"Good thing it was Heather Rhodes. If it were any other woman, I’d be angry," Yvonne said with a huff.

Wyatt raised an eyebrow. "You can question my memory, but you can’t suspect me of having another woman. That’s an insult to my character."

Yvonne burst out laughing. "Is it that serious?"

"Of course. A man who cheats on his wife deserves to be struck down by lightning."

He made her laugh uncontrollably, and finally, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her for a good long while.

That night, Yvonne, taking advantage of her "patient" status and figuring Wyatt wouldn’t try anything, deliberately put on a red slip and paraded around in front of him.

Then he pinned her to the bed, his desire for her both urgent and restrained.

Exhausted, Yvonne let Wyatt carry her to the shower. The moment she was back in bed, she fell asleep. Waking in the middle of the night, she habitually snuggled toward Wyatt’s side, only to find it empty.

She opened her eyes and sat up, dazed for a moment before getting out of bed.

A light was on in the piano room at the end of the hall. Yvonne’s heart stirred with unease. She took a deep breath and walked toward it. She saw Wyatt sitting on the floor with his back to the door, staring blankly at the piano.

"Honey?" she called out.

Wyatt didn’t answer, as if he hadn’t heard.

She walked in and crouched in front of him, only to find his expression completely wooden.

She was a little frightened and called his name again, more urgently this time.

This time, Wyatt snapped out of it. When he saw her, his eyes were filled with confusion.

"What are you doing in here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?" Yvonne asked.

Wyatt shook his head slightly. "I was looking for something."

"What is it? I can help you look."

"What?"

"I asked what you’re looking for. Do you need my help?"

Wyatt looked around the room. It was empty except for an old piano.

"I’ve forgotten," he said, rubbing his forehead. He stood up and pulled Yvonne to her feet. "I must have been half-asleep."

Yvonne nodded. "It’s strangely cold in this room."

"Let’s go back."

Back in the master bedroom, Wyatt lay down and pulled Yvonne into his embrace.

"Do you want to go to Cryos to see the glaciers and the aurora?"

Yvonne looked up at Wyatt. "Why bring that up all of a sudden?"

"I want to take you there."

"I’d go anywhere, as long as I’m with you."

Wyatt cupped Yvonne’s face and kissed her. The kiss deepened, threatening to get out of hand.

"Stop, I’m tired," Yvonne said, pushing him away.

Wyatt teased her, "So you owe me one?"

"Okay."

"You should write me an IOU."

"Have you no shame?"

Wyatt buried his head in the crook of her neck, his laughter making Yvonne laugh uncontrollably too.

When Yvonne woke up the next day, Wyatt had already left for the office. She went downstairs, ate the breakfast he’d prepared for her, and read for a while in the sunroom before a doctor from Seacliff Hospital arrived to change her dressing.

After her wound was treated and she saw the doctor out, Yvonne spotted Mrs. Reed from a distance. Just as Yvonne was about to close the gate, the older woman rushed over.

"Yvonne, wait! I need to talk to you!"

The mere sight of that family gave Yvonne a headache. Despite Mrs. Reed’s call for her to wait, she closed the gate, making her feelings perfectly clear.

Mrs. Reed cleared her throat. "I know about you and my son."

Yvonne frowned. "What about me and your son?"

"You’ve rekindled your old flame. Wendy told me."

"You’re insane!"

Yvonne turned to leave, but Mrs. Reed called after her.

"Yvonne, you’re married to Wyatt Shaw. You need to give up on my son. Even if you can’t help yourselves, it’s not acceptable. Vincent can be impulsive, but you can’t afford to be. We’re talking about Wyatt Shaw! If he finds out about you two, he won’t let either of you go. The Reed Family might be influential, but even we don’t dare to cross the Rhodes Family. Both of you need to think about the Reed Family and keep your distance from now on."

’They really are a family,’ Yvonne thought, ’all with the same twisted logic.’

Yvonne turned back around, stuffing her hands into her pockets. "I think you have a point."

Hearing this, Mrs. Reed’s eyes immediately lit up.

"I’m glad you understand my difficult position. I’m truly doing this for both of your sakes."

"But he lives right across the street. We see each other all the time."

"Then why don’t you move?"

"I could move, but if Wyatt asks why, what am I supposed to say?"

"Well..."

"So, you should have Vincent Reed move out instead. Preferably back to the Reed family home, so you can keep an eye on him. Oh, and by the way, you should also convince him not to divorce Wendy Winters. He must still love her. Once he’s had time to think it over, he’ll realize he should be with her."

Mrs. Reed eyed her suspiciously. "You’re taking this very calmly." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Isn’t that what you wanted? For me to be calm?"

"Of course."

Yvonne nodded. "Good. Then have Vincent Reed move out as soon as possible."

With that, she turned and went inside.

Mrs. Reed shot a few glances in her direction before returning to the villa across the street. A short while later, Ms. Young came over. The two of them were in and out of the house, quickly packing two large bags, which they then loaded into a car.

As the car drove away, Yvonne felt like the air in the neighborhood had suddenly become much cleaner.

For the next few days, Yvonne’s life was delightfully peaceful.

That evening, Wyatt had to work late and wouldn’t be home for dinner. He told her to cook some of the dumplings he’d made and put in the freezer for her, reminding her not to eat anything spicy or cold.

"I’m not a child. I can take care of myself."

"Alright. Wait up for me."

"I won’t."

"Then don’t blame me for being rough with you."

His voice came through the phone—low and gentle, laced with a teasing laugh. He hadn’t said anything explicit, yet Yvonne’s face burned red as she quickly hung up.

She was just about to make herself dinner when she got a call from Joshua Hale. He said Claire Lawrence had been dragged to a networking dinner by her company. He’d rushed over to get her, but she refused to leave.

"She’s already had a lot to drink. I’m worried something will happen if she keeps going. Can you come try to talk some sense into her?"

"Send me the address."

Yvonne quickly changed and hurried out, hailing a taxi at her gate. It took her to a discreetly located private club.

Joshua Hale was waiting outside. As soon as he saw her, he rushed her toward the private room.

"She told me not to interfere with her business. I didn’t know what else to do, so I had to call you."

"I’ll go take a look."

Yvonne pushed the door open to see a bald, middle-aged man with his arm around Claire, forcing more alcohol on her. Claire was clearly already drunk and barely conscious.

She rushed over and intercepted him.

The middle-aged man looked up at her and let out a lewd chuckle. "Well now, is this a new girl from your company? Not bad looking. Have her join me for a few drinks."