"Isn’t it?" Yvonne shouted.
Henry pursed his thin lips. "I admit, I did kiss you last night, but you were the one who took off my clothes first."
"I..." Yvonne was speechless. At the same time, another memory popped up in her head. She did undress him.
The corners of Yvonne's mouth twitched. She turned over with her back facing him. "Well, let’s call this a misunderstanding and not take this to heart. What do you think?"
The expression on Henry's face instantly went cold." You call this a misunderstanding?"
"Is there any problem? We're both adults, so there's no need to take it to heart. Neither of us will lose
anything. Wouldn't that be great?" Yvonne looked at the floor and said lightly.
Henry's face had gone completely cold—even the aura around him became much colder.
He sat up, turned her over firmly, and lifted her chin." Yvonne, do you think this is something casual?"
"It’s very common in foreign countries. If a man and a woman feel right, they can do it anytime." Yvonne looked at him.
The look in Henry's eyes burst into a freezing cold. "So you did this with other men when you were abroad..."
"Hold up!" Yvonne took his hand away from her chin." Although I recognize the open-mindedness of foreign countries, I'm not so casual about it. Besides, I haven't gotten my revenge yet so I'm not in the mood to find a man."
Henry was startled at first when he heard that. Later, the coldness in his eyes dissipated and even the aura around him calmed down slightly.
It turned out that she had never slept with other men.
But...
"If you didn’t do it, then why do you think this kind of behavior is right?" Henry was still very upset.
Yvonne sneered, "Haven't you heard the saying, 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do?’"
"In that case, the customs here are different from foreign countries. They can do those things in foreign countries, but not in our country. I'll be responsible for what happened between us last night,” Henry said.
Yvonne hurriedly waved her hand. "No, I don't need you to be responsible and I don't want to get you involved in unnecessary arguments. I'll leave after Jacqueline gets her death sentence in five days."
"Leave?" Henry clenched his fists. "Yvonne, do you want to leave me that bad?"
"Two people who have nothing to do with each other should have never been together in the first place, right?" Yvonne did not answer his question.
Henry's expression turned bad. "I always thought that we made progress during this period of time."
"You just said 'you thought'. I've never said anything about getting back together with you." Yvonne sat up and leaned against the bed while holding the blanket t o cover her body.
Henry looked at her coldly. "You're far crueler than I thought."
Yvonne curled her lips and smiled, "Experience has made me the way I am. I used to be too kind and softhearted, so that's why I had so many near-death experiences. I'm not like that anymore."
"That’s good. You can protect yourself now. But Yvonne Frey, I'm telling you that I won’t let go," Henry said word by word, his eyes filled with madness.
Yvonne looked at him and her eyes flashed. "Really? We'll wait and see if you'll let go or if I'll give in eventually."
"Okay, let's take a gamble." Henry suddenly lifted the blanket.
Yvonne's eyes widened and she quickly turned away while blushing. "You bastard."
Henry's thin lips curled up. "What is there to hide?"
"How can it be like old times?" Yvonne shouted.
He was her husband in the past, so she was fine when he looked.
But now, they were no longer in a relationship.
Besides, when he was still her husband, she was embarrassed to look too.
Henry was pleased to see Yvonne's flushed face.
Just like that, Henry stood by the bed and put on his clothes slowly before walking towards the bathroom.
Yvonne turned her head back when she heard the sound of the bathroom door closing.
There was no one left in the room anymore. She looked around but she could not find her clothes under the bed. She couldn't care less about where her clothes went. She pulled a large bathrobe that was on the bedside and put it on while holding back the sharp pain she felt down there. She left with her weak legs and went back to her own room next door.
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