Love Comes Secretly After Their Contract Marriage novel Chapter 129

"Why do you ask?" Henry narrowed his eyes.

"I was just wondering. He actually called me today..." Yvonne hurriedly replied.

"Call?” The expression on Henry’s face darkened." What did he tell you?"

Yvonne's gaze darted about, "Nothing much, just something similar to what he told me last time."

She didn’t even dare to speak in detail.

Henry would be definitely angry if he found out about i t.

“You gave him your number?" Henry tightened his grip on the pen.

Yvonne waved her hands frantically, "No, he found it himself.”

"Change it," Henry spat the two words coldly.

"Change my number?" she asked.

He nodded without further comment.

"Okay," she agreed very readily.

In any case, she didn't have a lot of contacts so she didn’t mind changing her number.

It was only then that Henry's expression improved slightly. He brought the bowl to his lips and took a sip

of the chicken soup that Yvonne brought to him.

"Henry, why did you write his name here?" Yvonne asked in curiosity.

"I asked Joe to investigate him the other day."

"I know, I was in the car too."

Henry was a little dissatisfied from being interrupted and cast a cold glance at her.

Yvonne lowered her head, realizing that she had done something wrong. "Fine, I won't say anything else. Carry on."

Henry retracted his gaze and continued speaking, " After that, I had Joe monitor him and found out that the guy is more mysterious than I thought."

"What do you mean?" Yvonne blinked.

Henry shook his head and said nothing else.

Yvonne waited for a while. His silence told her that she wasn't going to get an answer out of him, so she felt a little disappointed.

But the disappointment quickly faded away because it was still quite rare for him to answer her questions this much.

"Henry, the soup is getting cold. Drink it quickly. I’ll bring the bowl downstairs," Yvonne urged him.

Henry hummed in response, then drank the soup spoonful after spoonful.

Once he was done, Yvonne took the bowl and left. Her portion was still waiting for her downstairs.

The next day, the etiquette coach reported to work at the villa just as Henry had said.

Yvonne looked at the coach in front of her. She was a blonde and stern-looking woman in her thirties or forties - a rather standard lady-like French woman.

Somehow, Yvonne was a little intimidated by her because she looked very strict.

"Well then, let us begin, Mrs. Lancaster," the etiquette coach said to Yvonne expressionlessly.

Yvonne nodded blankly, "Okay."

Yvonne experienced what hell was after that.

The etiquette coach had very high expectations.

Whatever Yvonne did that didn't meet her standards, she would have to repeat ten or twenty times until her muscle memory was formed.

The next two hours of torture left her forehead beaded with sweat.

Sue looked at her fearfully, worrying that the child in her womb would be harmed.

"Miss, please let madam rest!" Sue tried to persuade.

The etiquette coach remained motionless and even ignored Sue. Her sharp blue eyes were fixated on Yvonne, "Mrs. Lancaster, your smile is too stiff. Lift the corners of your lips naturally. Hold the chopstick

between your teeth and don't drop them."

"Got it," Yvonne answered while panting.

The etiquette coach circled around her with a teaching stick in hand. If Yvonne messed up her standing posture or smile, her butt would be spanked.

Although it didn't hurt, it was still humiliating.

The last time she got a spanking on the butt, she was still a child.