"Nothing." Yvonne played with her fingers and answered him casually.
Henry lifted her chin. "Look into my eyes."
Yvonne looked at him then.
Henry asked her again, "Tell me, what were you so nervous about just now?"
"I told you. It's nothing." Yvonne shoved his hand away directly and stepped aside, putting some distance between them.
Henry was slightly annoyed by her impatience. He approached her until she was forced to stay at the corner of the elevator. After that, he put one of his hands on the wall of the elevator and locked her between his arms.
Yvonne blinked her eyes in astonishment and looked a t him, her heartbeat quickening.
Did he just lean into her, blocking her way?
"Yvonne, are you sure that you're not going to tell me?” Henry looked down at her, his eyes deep.
Yvonne's eyes fluttered as she became guilty. She wanted to avert her gaze.
But he seemed to have foreseen what she was about to do. He put his forehead against hers directly, making
her unable to avert her gaze.
"I'll give you another chance. Tell me, what were you nervous about?" Henry lowered his voice and asked her.
The proximity between them was too close, so much s o that Yvonne could feel his hot breath when he was talking. It smelled like light mint, and it was particularly pleasant.
She could not help but close her eyes and sniffed the good scent slightly. She then said, "Nothing. I was worried about the rent."
"Rent?" Henry's eyes twitched slightly, and he seemed to be infuriated. "Do you think that I'll charge you rent, letting you live here?"
“That's not what I meant. I never thought so either." Yvonne clenched her fists tightly.
Henry pursed his thin lips. "Then what did you mean b y that?"
"What I meant was that I'm going to pay you rent out o f my own initiative. But the properties here cost so much, I might not be able to give you the best price," said Yvonne.
That kind of reply made no difference to Henry from what he thought just now. She still treated him like an outsider.
"Yvonne, have you ever treated me as your husband?" Henry's facial expression worsened as he interrogated
her.
Yvonne drew in a breath. "I did before, but not now!" Henry was infuriated by that. "You’re indeed honest."
Yvonne looked down and remained silent.
Henry closed his eyes ferociously, suppressing his anger. "Even though you hate me now, you must remember that we're not divorced yet. We're still legally married to each other. How could a husband charge his wife rent? I hope you don't talk about this kind of thing again in the future. Do you hear me?"
Yvonne remained speechless as she lowered her head.
Looking at her, he knew that she would not listen to him. Soon, he became outraged.
He clenched his fists, and he was about to say something to her but the door of the elevator opened a t that moment.
In resignation, he had no choice but to refrain from saying what he intended to say.
But he would not let Yvonne easily go like that. Suddenly, he held her face and kissed her vehemently before he let go of her and walked out of the elevator.
Yvonne covered her mouth and looked at him in a daze as he walked away. She was entirely stunned.
'He kissed me!
'He forced his kiss on me!’
"Why are you standing there in a daze? The door will b e closed soon." Henry pressed the button, letting the door to remain open and shouted at Yvonne outside of the elevator since she was still in daze.
Yvonne recovered her senses. She looked down and walked out of the elevator with a blush.
"What are you thinking about now?" Henry tilted his head and looked at her.
She shook her head, and her voice was extremely soft. "Nothing."
"If that's the case, let's go." Henry took out an access card and started walking.
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