Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns Novel novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22 

Yvette realized that the charm must have gone missing after she got drunk. 

She lowered her gaze and pulled out her phone to find Wilson’s number. 

“Did you see something I was wearing around my neck yesterday?” she texted him. 

The reply came quickly. “I think I did.” 

Seeing this reply, Yvette felt a little relieved. Just as she was about to type a reply, a video call came through. 

As soon as she answered, she was greeted by the sight of Wilson’s handsome face. He had a faint smile, making him look even more alluring. 

“Is this it?” His slender fingers held up an old charm that had clearly been worn for a long time. 

“That’s it!” Yvette spoke urgently but then noticed Wilson suddenly avert his gaze. His ears tumed slightly red. 

It was only then that Yvette realized she had just come out of the bathroom and was only wearing a bath towel. 

The towel was wrapped tightly around her, accentuating her curvaceous figure. 

Wilson lowered his mesmerizing eyes while his Adam’s apple bobbed. The depths in his eyes were unreadable. 

She really knew how to torture a man. 

“I’ll bring it to you next time we meet.” 

Hearing his husky voice, Yvette felt her ears inexplicably warm up. She nodded and softly agreed. “Okay.” 

After the video call ended, Wilson gently stroked the charm in his hand. Seeing the name engraved on it, he read it out loud, and his smile grew deeper, “Yvie” 

Outside the office, Samuel’s troubled voice suddenly echoed. “Mrs. Quinn Senior, Mr. Quinn is working. You can’t 

go in.” 

“I don’t care what he’s doing. Don’t you try and stop me. I’m going to see him! If anyone stands in my way, I’ll fire them!” 

Hearing Martha’s voice outside, Wilson narrowed his eyes and put the charm away. 

Samuel clearly couldn’t stop Martha She stormed in angrily. “I heard you’re going to break off your engagement with the Murrays daughter soon. Is this true?” 

Knowing he couldn’t hide this from Martha for long, Wilson admitted it directly. “Yes, Grandma. I’ve made up my mind.”