Given how secretively the two were acting just now, they must be hiding something from him!
How could Yvonne possibly bring herself to tell Henry the truth? She averted her gaze, "Nothing. Sue was just saying that I've been very lethargic due to my irregular period lately."
"Is that so?" Henry smoothened out the magazine's cover.
Yvonne nodded, "Yeah."
He stared at her for a while and Yvonne didn’t even know if he bought the story. In the end, he closed the magazine and got up, "Let’s go eat." 1
"Alright," Yvonne answered. The moment she turned around, she caught a glimpse of the magazine he was reading out of the corner of her eye and stopped in her tracks.
That was...
Yvonne went over and picked up the magazine, and her eyes then widened slightly, "It’s really him!"
Henry was actually on the magazine cover.
Hadn't he always refused to be on the magazine covers and kept himself out of the public eye?
"What are you looking at?" Unbeknownst to her, Henry had come back and was standing behind her.
Yvonne jumped in surprise, then turned around. "I was looking at this. When did they shoot this, Henry?"
Henry swept his glance over the magazine in her hands, then replied indifferently, "Last week."
Yvonne looked at Henry's photo on the magazine cover. "What made you shoot for a magazine?"
"As the owner of an organization, I cannot stay behind the scenes all the time. It's about time for me to stand on the stage and let the shareholders know that the owner of the Lancaster Group is very young and worthy of their trust," Henry replied.
Yvonne held the magazine in front of her chest," That's the reason why you shot for the magazine?"
"That's not the only reason,” Henry lowered his gaze and said softly.
She looked at him curiously.
He glanced at her, then parted his thin lips slightly," Hayds and I looked almost the same when we were young.”
"Who is Hayds?” Yvonne was puzzled.
Henry held his forehead, "My younger brother, Hayden Lancaster.”
"Oh, so that's your brother's name." Realization suddenly dawned upon Yvonne.
Now she finally knew his brother's name.
"Yeah. Hayds looked just like me when he was a child, so I thought he might still bear resemblance to me when he grew up,” Henry explained.
Yvonne wasn't an idiot either and finally grasped the whole picture. "So you want to draw your brother out using this method? After all, anyone would be curious when they see their doppelganger."
Henry raised his eyebrows slightly, looking rather surprised that she managed to figure out his plan. " You're right, but the success rate of this method is very low." 1
After all, his younger brother was taken away by the family's nemesis and had plastic surgery done on him.
No one knew if Hayds had accepted the plastic surgery under their nemesis' directive. If he did, then they had most likely instilled him with hostility toward the Lancasters too.
If this were the case, Hayds would never reveal his identity and would instead only keep an eye on the Lancasters in secret.
"No. You'll definitely find your younger brother," Yvonne quickly assured him.
Henry lifted his gaze, "Why are you so confident about that?"
"Because I believe in you," she gave him a smile.
Henry looked slightly taken aback, "Believe in me?"
"Well, you can definitely do that since you are so powerful,” Yvonne clenched her fists.
A complicated look flashed across Henry's eyes.
Was he powerful?
Perhaps he was. Since he was a child, there was almost nothing that he couldn't do and he was confident that nothing could stump him.
And that included the incident from three years ago. Even when he had to face a group of people singlehandedly, he still had the confidence to keep Jackie safe. However, the latter didn't have faith in him and even abandoned him, unlike this woman who trusted him so unconditionally...
"Yvonne Frey," he whispered her name.
The woman tilted her head quizzically, "What's the matter?"
"Has anyone ever told you that you're very stupid?" Henry stared straight at her.
If she wasn’t stupid, then why would she trust him so much?
Yvonne didn't know what was going through Henry's mind and played with her fingers, "Yes."
"Who?" Henry raised his eyebrow.
"You," Yvonne said glumly.
Henry's face darkened. "Go eat!"
Yvonne snapped open her eyes. Under the dim light, Henry's handsome and flawless face appeared before her.
He was pinning her down on the bed at the moment, seizing both her hands with one of his big hands while slipping his other hand under her pajamas and groping one of her breasts.
His intention was quite obvious at this point.
The situation instantly sobered up Yvonne. She promptly lifted one leg and pushed him off her body.
Henry stood by the bed with a sullen face. That had instantly killed his mood.
"Yvonne Trey!"
His voice was as cold as ice.
How dare this woman actually kick him off the bed!
Yvonne finally realized what she had done. Fear crept up on her, but she didn’t regret her action.
If she wasn’t pregnant, she wouldn't mind getting up t o satisfy his needs even if she was asleep.
But not now!
She had no choice but to deny him for the sake of her baby.
"Sorry, Henry. That wasn't intentional. I was just shocked," Yvonne lowered her head and apologized so that Henry wouldn't see the guilt in her eyes.
Henry sneered coldly and climbed back up to the bed.
Yvonne thought that he would still insist on it, so she quickly hugged herself. "Henry, can we not do that tonight? I haven't been feeling well lately and my period has been crazy. What if it suddenly comes while we're doing it...?"
The expression Henry's face instantly contorted in disgust. It was obvious that he had just imagined it." Alright, that's enough!”
He interrupted her impatiently.
Yvonne quickly shut up and left her sentence unfinished.
Henry turned over, laid on his side with his back facing her, and then ignored her for the rest of the night.
Yvonne wasn’t disappointed by this and heaved a long sigh of relief instead.
It seemed like she was safe for tonight.
But what about tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after that?
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