Deep Love Hidden From Him novel Chapter 238

It was already deep into the night.

In the living room of the villa in the Yoreast Hills Garden, Wilson was reading a newspaper. The servants had left after cleaning up the house.

Yvonne poured a cup of tea and put it on the coffee table. Her champagne- colored pajamas made her look very elegant as she sat down beside him. "It's getting late. Go to bed early as you are also tired today."

Wilson, however, raised his wrist to look at his watch and said, "It's getting late indeed. You should go to sleep. I have something to do. I'll sleep in the study tonight so as not to disturb you."

Upon hearing this, Yvonne's face was stiff. "Are you blaming me for not telling you that Mom was also going to Hansen's school today?"

"There's no need to bring up whafs past."

Wilson's voice was very cold. It was obvious that he was very concerned about this matter.

Wasn't this for your own good? You and Mom haven't seen each other for so many years, and you haven't contacted each other. Furthermore, you also avoid the Godfrey Group whenever you're at work. As mother and son, why are you doing this?"

"Are you really doing this for me?" Wilson put down the newspaper； and his eyes were cold. "You are doing this for yourself, aren't you?"

Upon hearing this, her expression soured tremendously. "What did you say?"

"Is there anything wrong with what I said? Yvonne, when I left the Godfrey family, I told you that I would never go back. You shouldn't be second-guessing your decision to follow me. I will take care of our family, but don't even think about the Godfreys."

As soon as he finished his words, the atmosphere in the living room suddenly fell below freezing.

Then, Yvonne gazed at him for a long time and her shoulders trembled slightly. "Wilson, is that what you think of me? Twenty years have passed, but do you still think that I am thinking about your identity as the heir of the Godfrey family?"

"Ifd be best if you aren't."

His words were short and concise, but it felt as if an icicle had pierced into her heart.

Yvonne was so angry that she could hardly breathe. She thought of how Wilson had always been like this when the Godfrey family was mentioned, and he'd always been on guard against her. In short, he had never really trusted her and she was extremely disappointed by the revelation.

"Wilson, do you even have a conscience? I have done nothing all these years. Even as your ex-wife swaggered around outside with the name of Mrs. Godfrey, I have always taken it silently. Haven't I endured enough?"

He was speechless.

"It doesn't matter what anybody else says, but how could you do this to me? Don't you even have the slightest shred of respect towards me?"

"Why are you making a fuss again?" Wilson frowned and said, "The children are asleep."

"So, you're thinking about the children now? Have you ever had Loraine and Hansen in your heart?"

"They're my children, so of course I have."

"Okay, if so, then you will accompany me and our children to the Thanksgiving reunion dinner tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Wilson's face suddenly fell. He threw the newspaper directly onto the coffee table. "Haven't I told you? Find an excuse to refuse the banquet tomorrow. No one is allowed to go."

"Why?" Yvonne raised her voice suddenly, and she was nearly shouting.

She didn't understand it at all. After the school's Thanksgiving Festival celebration, Helen had personally invited her and the children to attend the banquet.

It was obvious that Helen had finally acknowledged her children and her status, but her husband stopped her. Why?

Unfortunately, Wilson did not intend to explain at all. He got up and went straight upstairs. "I said, you are not allowed to go. Yvonne, you have done too much these days."