Love Comes Secretly After Their Contract Marriage novel Chapter 681

Henry naturally noticed the dangerous aura coming from Yvonne's body. He raised his eyebrows and he did not speak.

But in his heart, he was thinking about Nana Mae.

Not only did her voice sound familiar, but even her name seemed familiar.

Who on earth was she?

"Miss Mae, right?" Yvonne did not look at Henry as she smiled and asked the woman on the other end of the phone.

Nana snorted arrogantly, "That’s me."

"You said you and my husband were playmates when you were young, but why have I never heard him talk about you?" The corners of Yvonne's mouth twitched coldly.

Nana was also stunned. "Husband? Is your husband Henny?"

"Yes, is there a problem?" Yvonne asked.

Nana stood up from the beach chair and raised her voice, "That's impossible! How could Henny be your husband?"

"How is that impossible? He's almost forty and he's old, why can't he be married?" Yvonne gave the man a sideways glance.

The corner of Henry’s mouth twitched slightly.

He admitted that he was indeed almost forty.

But how could he be old? Was he an old man in her opinion?

"No, it can’t be. Henny said that he would marry me. How could he marry another woman? I don't believe you. I absolutely don't believe it. Pass the phone to Henny, I want to ask him. I need to ask him personally! " Nana squeezed her phone in anger and said in a commanding tone.

Yvonne rolled her eyes. "Are you kidding? Henny is m y husband. Why should I let my husband talk to you? D o I have nothing better to do?"

After she said that, she hung up the phone directly.

But a few seconds after hanging up, Nana called again.

Yvonne simply blocked her number and then put the cell phone back in Henry's pocket before saying in a cold tone, "Henny, I didn't know you used to be quite a flirt. You promised so many people that you were going to marry them."

Henry parked the car at the airport gate and turned to look at her, "I didn't. I did say that I wanted to marry someone, and it was Jacqueline. You know the reason why I agreed to marry Jacqueline. Nana Mae was there at the time, so maybe she thought I was talking t o her."

"Oh?" Yvonne dragged out the end of her sentence. ' Didn't you just say that you don’t know her? Why do you suddenly remember now?"

Henry released the steering wheel and rubbed his forehead. "I just remembered."

"So she was indeed your childhood playmate?" Yvonne looked at him with an ambiguous smile.

Henry shook his head slightly. "Not really. She and Jacqueline were friends and she was the daughter of the Mae family. Ten years ago, the Mae family moved overseas and since then, we never contacted each other again. I forgot about her a long time ago."

"You’ve forgotten her, but she didn't forget you. She kept calling you 'Henny' intimately," Yvonne mocked and her expression seemed unhappy.

Henry heard the jealous tone in her sentence and his eyes were full of joy. He couldn’t help but stretched out his hand and squeeze her face. "Well, just ignore her. She's just a familiar stranger. We've arrived at the airport, let’s go."

"Okay." Yvonne nodded.

She was just a little jealous.

After all, she knew very well that he really was not interested in Nana Mae. Moreover, she was abroad and they wouldn’t be around her, so it was pointless for her to be jealous.

After getting out of the car, Yvonne put on a hat, a pair of sunglasses, and dragged a suitcase as she followed Henry to the ticket gate.

Since they would be going to many countries for their honeymoon, Henry did not use a private jet.

Private jets had limited routes after all, so it would be impossible for them to go to any country they wanted t o. They took international flights instead.

Henry was wealthy, so he booked the entire first-class cabin.

Yvonne felt slightly airsick, so she fell asleep in his arms shortly after getting on the plane.

Henry asked the flight attendant for a clean blanket to cover her. He then kissed her on the forehead, put on a blindfold, and fell asleep too.

Ten hours later, the plane landed.

"Yvonne." Henry gently pushed Yvonne.

Yvonne snorted uncomfortably and snuggled in his arms. "I feel uncomfortable."

"Where do you feel uncomfortable?" Henry asked softly.