Love Comes Secretly After Their Contract Marriage novel Chapter 645

As soon as the words came out, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped.

Yvonne's eyes shuddered. "Yvonne, is that how you see me?"

Yvonne looked at him with a smile and crossed arms. There was no warmth in her eyes. "What do I think of you? Am I wrong? Aren't the scars on my body ugly? Don't you guys feel sick and scared when you look at them?"

Henry pursed his thin lips, suddenly reached out, and pulled her into his arms. Then he held her face, let her look at him, and told her seriously, "I never thought your scars were ugly and I don't think they're disgusting. I just feel distressed."

Yvonne's lips moved as his words moved her.

But after a while, she broke away from his hand and stepped out of his arms. "Anyone can do the sweet talk."

Henry frowned. "You don't believe me?"

Yvonne didn't answer and went straight to the bathroom.

She closed the bathroom door, turned on the shower, took off her clothes, and stood under the shower, looking at herself in the mirror with complicated eyes, especially the large scar on her waist and abdomen.

The scar spread like a spider web. It looked terrible. Some timid people would scream when they saw it.

It once took her a long time to finally look at them. Even before she was used to looking at the scars, she was afraid of them herself, let alone others.

But it was one thing to get used to looking at the scars and another to feel disgusted.

Although she was used to the scars on her body, she still felt sick every time she looked at them.

Because every time she took a bath, she would hurriedly take a few glances, and then she stopped looking at them.

Henry said that he wasn't afraid or disgusted now. How could that be possible?

She couldn't accept it herself. How could she believe that others could accept it?

When Henry came, he saw Yvonne standing in a daze under the shower, touching her scars.

He could tell that she cared about the scars.

He had planned to shower with her, but seeing her in this situation, he gave up.

With her current state, it would only stimulate her even more if he appeared.

It seemed that he had to ask Shane about the person who did the skin grafting for her back then so that he could contact the doctor someday.

Half an hour later, Yvonne came out of the bath.

She put on her clothes and left the room without looking at Henry.

Henry raised his eyebrows and didn't care. He went to the bathroom to shower again with a small smile.

It was almost eight o'clock.

Henry went to the dining room after showering.

Yvonne had sat down and was feeding Theo with a bowl.

Elliot sat next to Theo and wiped his mouth with a napkin from time to time.

Seeing this scene, Henry pursed his thin lips, staring a t Elliot unhappily.

This was supposed to be his job and his position, but Elliot had taken it from him.

Of course, Elliot noticed that Henry was dissatisfied with himself, and the corners of his lips twitched. However, he didn't intend to give his place away.

Elliot greeted Henry, "Here you are, Henry."

Henry frowned. "I'm your brother."

Elliot looked at him. "So what if you're my brother? Must I call you bro?"

Henry looked back at him coldly, pulled the chair on the other side of Yvonne, and sat down. "Your name is

Hayden Lancaster from now on."

Elliot frowned. "Must I change?"

Henry said nonchalantly, "This is your name.

Grandpa's biggest regret was not finding you when he was alive. Of course, you have to change your name back."

Yvonne didn't intend to interrupt, but when she heard about the old man, she couldn't help but speak, "Elliot, Henry's right. Grandpa has never forgotten you and has been looking for you, but you've changed your face and Shaw deliberately hid you, so we couldn't find you. When Grandpa died, his biggest regret was not seeing you."

Elliot lowered his eyes when he heard the words.

He had heard them mention the old man of the Lancaster family more than once.

Although he had never seen the old man, he knew that the old man was a very kind man from their words.