Love Comes Secretly After Their Contract Marriage novel Chapter 97

"There is." Yvonne chuckled dryly with a lowered head. "But I’m afraid that you won't believe it."

If she told him that it was also because she loved him that she minded the presence of another woman around him, he would absolutely think that it was a joke. They had never met before they got married, so how could there be love?

The reality was that, if it had not happened to her, it was difficult for her to believe in love at first sight too.

"Won’t believe it?" Henry raised his brows slightly." Tell me, why won't I believe it?"

Yvonne shook her head. "Next time."

"Why?" Henry pursed his lips in discontent.

Yvonne took a deep breath. "I’m not ready to tell you about it yet."

She had always wanted to tell him that she did not marry him for money. It was because she loved him. She had told him the first half of it but she was not able to speak of the latter half regardless. She was probably afraid that she would not receive the same response if she told him.

"Up to you then." Henry got up with a glower.

Panicking, Yvonne asked, "Henry, are you mad?"

"No," he replied lightly.

He just really hated how she would have something to say but not say it. He was her husband - what was there that she could not say!

Thinking about it, he glanced at Yvonne with a complex gaze before leaving the room.

Yvonne was dazed for some time staring at the door, not knowing what he was unhappy about. He was angry but he would not admit it.

"Ah... he's getting harder to figure out," Yvonne mumbled to herself softly and left the bed to wash up i n the bathroom.

When she went downstairs, Henry had already left the villa.

Yvonne sighed forlornly.

"Madam, what's up with you?" Sue came from the direction of the kitchen and could not help asking when she saw the frowning Yvonne.

Yvonne waved dismissively. "I'm fine. Sue, make me a glass of milk."

"Sure, have a seat then, madam." Sue obliged.

Yvonne hummed and plopped herself down on the couch. Once she turned on the television, her phone rang.

Glimpsing at the screen before she picked up the call, Yvonne smiled. "Lyn, what's up?"

"Yvonne, you're absent from work again today?" Lynette asked.

Yvonne made a hum and answered with a blush, "I don't feel very well today."

Not noticing the bashful note in her reply, Lynette thought that she was sick and got nervous. "Are you alright, Yvonne? Is it from the surgery last time?

Where are you? Do you want me to take a leave and come look at you?"

Hearing Lynette’s overflowing concern, Yvonne felt a gush of warmth in her heart. "Lyn, calm down. I'm fine, just caught a little cold. Listen if you don't believe it!"

She coughed toward her phone.

Lynette was still quite worried after that. "A cold could be serious too, you're already coughing.”

"Don't worry, someone's taking care of me.” Yvonne peeked at the kitchen, feeling a little guilty. She did not want to lie to her best friend but she was too embarrassed to tell her the truth.

Lynette was a carefree soul. If she knew that Yvonne was absent from work for this reason, she was going t o laugh about it forever.

"Who? Your husband?" Lynette’s interest was piqued.

Yvonne choked on her saliva. "I guess so..."

Henry had asked Joe to send her the medicine after knowing that she was in pain. That was a form of taking care of her too.

"I was right, huh." Lynette chuckled. "Yvonne, looks like your husband is nice to you, he's taking care of you personally."

"It’s alright," Yvonne answered vaguely.

Lynette suggested, "Why don’t we go on a video call?

Let me have a look at your husband."

"Uh...” Yvonne’s brows creased in a dilemma. "I’m afraid we can't.”