Love After Marriage Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 28

Yvonne turned to look at the man in the audience. Her heart was racing as she felt both nervous and apprehensive.

Henry glanced at her indifferently, then turned his gaze to his assistant.

His gloomy eyes sent a chill down Joe’s spine, but Joe bit the bullet and carried on. "Mr. Lancaster, Miss Frey picked your name, you see..."

"Did Shane make you do this?” Henry narrowed his eyes at Joe, his voice as cold as ice. 1

He already mentioned not to include his name in the box. 1

Now that his name was picked, someone was obviously behind this whole thing.

And in the entire party, only Shane dared to order Joe around aside from him.

Since Henry had figured it out, Joe simply hung his head and admitted the truth. "Indeed it was Dr.

Summers who asked me to do this."

"Hmph, seems like he’s really too free!” Henry scowled.

Joe rubbed his nose awkwardly, then threw a glance i n Yvonne's direction. "Well, what do I do now, Mr.

Lancaster? Miss Frey is still waiting. She would be very embarrassed if you refused to dance with her."

"Since you already know, then why didn't you think about the consequences before doing it?" Henry had a n unpleasant expression on his face.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lancaster. I know my mistake." Joe hung his head even lower.

"You won’t be getting a month worth of bonus. I'll fire you on the spot if you repeat the same mistake again!"

"Understood..." Joe accepted his punishment with a serious expression, but was cursing at Shane in his heart.

"Alright, carry on hosting the programme.” Henry ordered coldly, then went up to the stage.

Yvonne watched as Henry walked toward her, feeling a s though he was stepping on her heart with every footstep he took.

She held her breath and greeted him. "Mr. Lancaster..."

Henry offered his hand. "Let’s go."

"W-Where?” Yvonne looked at his hand and didn't dare to accept it.

"Aren't we dancing? Or are you saying that you’re not willing?" Henry stared at her with his frosty eyes.

"I'd be glad to." Yvonne's eyes lit up as she quickly accepted his outstretched hand.

Her hand felt cold and a little sticky.

"Are you sweating?" Henry frowned at her.

Hearing the disgust in his voice, Yvonne nodded in embarrassment. "Maybe I should go wash my hands.”

Since Yvonne wasn't sure if Henry would dance with her, she was nervous the entire time.

And every time she was nervous, her palms would sweat.

"No need. Just wash them after we're done dancing!" Henry took her hand and went off the stage emotionlessly. As soon as they reached the center of the hall, the crowd automatically split into two and parted to make more space for them.

When the music started playing, Henry led the dance. 1

Unbeknownst to them, the crowd had formed a ring around them, watching them dance in the middle.

Yvonne tensed under the attention. She couldn't relax at all and danced rather stiffly. Not only did she look disgraceful, but she even stepped on Henry's shoes several times.

The veins on Henry’s temple throbbed as his face turned as dark as ink. "What is wrong with you, Yvonne Frey? Has the etiquette coach never taught you how to dance?” he hissed under his breath.

"She did..." Yvonne blushed and didn’t dare to look at Henry at all.

She knew how disgraceful she looked at this very moment, and the crowd was probably laughing at her.

"Then why are you still dancing like this?" A scowl appeared on Henry's handsome face.

Yvonne hung her head in shame and replied with an almost inaudible voice, "The coach only taught me for a short while.”

"That's not an excuse." Henry spun her around and frowned deeper. "Did you not practice by yourself after that?"

"I..." Yvonne was at a loss for words.

Henry sneered. "Sounds like that's a no. Fortunately n o one else knows that you are Mrs. Lancaster.

Otherwise, you would have disgraced my family." 1

Henry pursed his lips. "Fine. Why haven't you returned to the hospital yet?”

"I was waiting for you.” Shane pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose as his expression grew serious. “Seriously, have you talked about the bone marrow transplant with Yvonne Frey?"

"I did.”

"How did she react then? Did she agree to do it?"

Henry massaged between his eyebrows. "No, she only said she’ll consider it."

"Consider it...?" Shane rubbed his chin. "Well, how much longer does she need? Jacqueline can't really wait that long. Her family was even asking me why she hadn't gone for the surgery yet at noon today." 2

"When is the prime time for the first operation?"

Henry narrowed his eyes.

Shane showed him his palm. "In less than five days. The earlier she gets the surgery done, the easier we can control her white blood cell count and hence increasing the success rate of the second surgery."

"I got it. Go back to the hospital first. I'll talk to Yvonne Frey after the party."

Since he said that, Shane had no objection to his suggestion. He stood up and straightened out his clothes. "Alright then, I'll be taking my leave now."

"Alright."

By the time the welcoming party ended, it was already eleven at night.

Henry returned to the villa to find that it was still brightly lit and he could faintly hear some noises from the television in the living room.

It was so late already but she hadn’t slept yet?

Henry changed into slippers and went into the living room. He thought it was Yvonne watching a show in the living room but discovered that it was Sue instead.

"You're home, sir!" Sue seemed rather surprised to see him.

Henry put down his briefcase. "You haven't slept yet, Sue?"

"It's hard to fall asleep when you're old, so I just stay u p instead and watch some shows," Sue chuckled.

Henry glanced around in the living room. "Where is Yvonne Frey?"