Before Yvonne could figure out what Jacqueline was scheming, Shane already knew it very well.
He took off his spectacles, revealing his icy gaze, " What photos did you take?"
When Jacqueline saw Shane's reaction, she was a little frightened. However, she pretended to be unfazed. "I took what I should and what I shouldn’t," she said with a smirk.
"Delete it!" Shane walked up directly in front of her and glared down at the woman.
Jacqueline hid her phone behind her back, "I'm not going to delete anything. It’s evidence."
"Are you going to use those photos to threaten me or m y sister-in-law?" Shane clenched his fist as if he intended to punch her if she said something wrong.
Jacqueline tidied her wig composedly, "I don't dare to threaten you. After all, my life is still in your hands. As for Miss Frey..."
She let out a cold laugh and changed the subject before she finished her sentence, "Shane, my wound is very itchy so I wanted to ask you about it. Since you’re busy now, I’ll just go back to my ward."
After she said that, she turned her wheelchair and left.
Yvonne was just befuddled by the entire conversation.
She couldn't understand what Jacqueline's words meant.
"What were you two talking about?" Yvonne turned to look at Shane.
Shane wore his spectacles, "Sis-in-law, you really have no idea?"
Yvonne shook her head.
She wouldn’t have asked if she knew.
"Ignorance can sometimes be a blessing," Shane smiled resignedly while he explained, "She took a photo when you were touching my chin."
"Does it even matter?" Yvonne crooked her head.
If they were photographed, then so be it.
She didn't feel that it was a big deal.
"Does it matter?" Shane couldn’t help raising a brow," Sis-in-law, aren’t you worried that she would show those photos to Henry and make him misunderstand you?"
Yvonne finally understood the situation.
"When you said she was going to threaten us, you meant this?"
"Yes," Shane nodded, "She will most likely show Henry the photos she took to give him the wrong impression that there is something between us." "She can do what she wants," Yvonne shrugged her shoulders indifferently.
Shane looked at her with surprise, "Sis-in-law, you're really not worried that Henry might misunderstand things?"
"My conscience is clear and that's all that matters. Besides, both of you are long-time friends. If he can’t even trust you, I think he'll have to get his eyes examined by you." Yvonne had a completely unperturbed expression on her face.
Shane laughed out, amused by her words, "Sis-in-law, aren’t you afraid that I will tell Shane about the way you're describing him now?" 4
Yvonne's expression stiffened. "Dr. Summers, I was wrong. I shouldn't have said that. Can you just pretend that you hear didn't what I said? Please don't tell Shane, pretty please," Yvonne pleaded pitifully. ~i
"I can promise not to tell him, but you have to agree to one condition," the tips of Shane's eyes slanted slightly upward. A twinkle flashed in his eyes.
Yvonne looked at him with puppy-dog eyes, "What condition? If I can't..."
"Don't worry, you can definitely do it. Trust me!"
"Really?" Yvonne pouted doubtingly, "Go ahead, state your request."
Shane chuckled softly, "My condition is that you should stop calling me Dr. Summers from now on. Call me by my name!"
"Huh?” Yvonne gaped. "It's that simple?"
"Yup, it’s that simple. Sis-in-law, can you do it?"
Yvonne nodded, "Sure."
Calling him by name was easy!
"Alright, sis-in-law, let me hear you say it." A faint light reflected off Shane's spectacles.
"Summers," Yvonne said compliantly.
Shane frowned, "That's too formal. Sis-in-law, just call me Shane." 1
"I don't think it's appropriate," Yvonne was somewhat unwilling.
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