Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 362

"There's nothing much to say.” Yvonne lifted her sweater collar, covering her nose and mouth.

In fact, she had thought about this question in the past two days and wondered if Henry deserved her love.

She still couldn't find the answer to her thoughts.

However, she was deeply concerned about what Elliot said earlier. It was clear that Henry was at fault and h e should've felt sorry for her. But he didn't apologize to her nor did he have the intention of seeking forgiveness. All of these made her feel depressed suddenly.

"What are you thinking about?” Elliot looked at the distracted Yvonne, somewhat curious.

Yvonne shook her head. "Nothing. You can just drop m e off at a hotel."

She closed her eyes wearily.

Elliot raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Hotel? So you don't have a place to stay?"

"Yeah,” Yvonne answered. 1

The corner of Elliot's mouth twitched. "You're really brave to be running away from home without a place t o stay. Does Mr. Lancaster know about this?”

"He doesn't know." “Seems like he doesn't care about you,” Elliot chuckled lightly.

Yvonne tightened her hands on her leg and said nothing.

Elliot clicked his tongue and said, "Forget about the hotel. It's not safe there. How about I send you over to my place?"

"Your place?” Yvonne widened her eyes and looked at his perfect facial features shockingly. 1

Elliot nodded. "Yes, but don’t worry. It’s not my villa, but I have an apartment under my name. I usually stay there for a night whenever I'm busy and can't make it back to the villa. It's fully furnished with appliances."

"This..." Yvonne was moved a little, but she quickly shook her head and declined. "Better not. The apartment is under your name and it must be costly. I can't afford to pay the rent. It’s better for me to stay at a hotel and look for a cheap apartment later."

Elliot couldn't help but laugh after hearing her words. " You’re really cute. I’m not asking you to pay the rent. S o don't worry, it's gonna be free."

"Free?" Yvonne looked at him suspiciously. “Are you really that kind?"

"Do you think of me as a bad person?” Elliot was unhappy.

Yvonne coughed awkwardly, "No... Don't get me wrong, I'm just...”

"So far, I've never done anything bad to you, right?" Elliot interrupted her.

Yvonne was shocked, unable to speak. 1

He was right. Ever since the beginning, he had never done anything bad to her. At most, he was just teasing her.

Because of this, her impression of him was just alright.

"Well, you've got nothing to say, so it means that I'm not a bad guy. I'm letting you stay for free because we know each other. I won't even bother if it's someone else. Let’s go, I'll take you to my apartment."

After talking, he got off the road and drove in the other direction. Yvonne wanted to stop him but didn't manage to and she was already being taken to his apartment.

His apartment was located in the city center, but not i n the same area as Henry. However, it was still a place for the rich in Vancouver.

Click!

Elliot switched on the light and it lit up the entire apartment instantly.

Only then was Yvonne able to see the layout of the apartment clearly. It was not as big as Henry's, nor as simple and elegant. The house looked luxurious in every corner-even the displays looked expensive.

In short, Yvonne's first impression of Elliot's apartment was luxurious but rustic.

"Aren’t you afraid of me stealing your stuff?" Yvonne pointed at a very expensive-looking lighter on the coffee table.

Elliot took off his jacket, then sat down and laughed heartily, "Suit yourself. These are just knickknacks to me.

"You’re loaded." Yvonne also sat down.

Elliot poured himself a glass of red wine and swirled it as he asked, "Still not quite up to Mr. Lancaster. Would you like a glass?"

Yvonne waved her hand and declined.

So this was Elliot's apartment.

After flashing back to last night's memories, Yvonne calmed down. Then she yawned and got out of bed to open the door.

Elliot stood outside the door with two sets of breakfast. He smiled brightly when he saw her. "Good morning." 1

"Morning," Yvonne smiled at him too and turned sideways to let him enter.

After entering the apartment, Elliot put the breakfast o n the table. Then, he talked to her while unpacking." Did you have a good sleep?"

Yvonne turned her stiff neck. "It wasn't too bad. It's just that the pillows are too low."

"There are some pillows in the wardrobe in my room. You can choose a suitable one later." Elliot handed her the cutlery.

Yvonne was flattered and quickly thanked him.

Elliot waved his hand. "You don’t need to be so polite t o me. Let’s eat."

"Okay...” Yvonne nodded, then sat down opposite of him.

Neither of them spoke during the meal.

It wasn't until they were done eating that Elliot wiped the corners of his lips gracefully and broke the silence. "I met Mr. Lancaster last night when I went home. Guess where I saw him."

Yvonne was wiping her mouth when she stopped instantly after hearing what he said. "Where?"

"You still care about him a lot,” Elliot teased.

Yvonne pursed her lips, not arguing against his words.

Elliot didn't plan to hide anything. He put down his napkin, took another sip of coffee, and replied, "At my villa."

"What?" Yvonne was stunned, then she blinked and asked hurriedly, "He went to look for you?"