Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 608

Henry looked at the woman with hope in his always indifferent eyes. "Since you don't hate me anymore, can we be together again?"

He expected her to say yes.

However, Yvonne avoided his eyes and squeezed her palms. She replied, "No. Although I don't hate you anymore, there are too many complications between u s, so we can't go back to the past."

Henry said suddenly, "You can't get over that stage, can you?"

Yvonne's heart trembled and she didn’t speak. He was right.

Yes, she couldn't get through that, so she couldn't be with him.

Every time she dreamed in the middle of the night, she couldn’t stand the thought of him marrying Jacqueline!

Thinking about it, Yvonne took a deep breath. "Since you know that, why do you want to be with me again?"

"You're the one I've loved from the beginning to end," Henry said. "So I want to be with the one I love. Is that wrong?"

Yvonne choked for a while, but quickly snorted, "And I said yesterday that there are too many people in love i

n this world. Not everyone has to be together."

"That’s their business. It has nothing to do with us. You know my character. I'll never let go when I fall in love, so I won't let you go." Henry looked into her eyes with her extremely stubborn eyes.

Yvonne sighed, "I won't step back anyway."

Henry stood up. "I know, but I'll take it slowly. I'm sure I'll be able to impress you again someday."

Yvonne looked at his firm eyes and pursed her lips." Then you’ll wait slowly."

Henry switched the topic and stopped talking about it. "Well, I will. Alright. Get up and wash up now. I've prepared breakfast."

After talking too much, they'd only get back to the starting point, arguing about whether to reconcile or not.

So it was better to put that topic aside and impress her with practical actions instead.

He had searched online before he came. People on the internet said that women were emotional. As long as men used warmth, even the indifferent women would be moved. Men would always succeed in the end if they were thick-skinned. He felt that it made sense and decided to use it.

"Breakfast?" Yvonne was slightly stunned. "When did you make breakfast?"

Didn't he just lie on her bed and sleep?

Henry straightened his cuffs and replied, "I slept for a while after I prepared them before dawn. Get up quickly.”

Talking about it, he wanted to stretch out his hand to help her out of the bed.

Yvonne slapped him away. "That's not right. Who told you to touch my kitchen? And how did you get in?”

"I asked management to open the door for me.” Henry calmly replied, "As for the kitchen, you're my wife.

Why can't I use your kitchen?"

"Wife?" Yvonne's eyes widened. "Who's your wife?”

Henry answered seriously, "You!"

Yvonne smiled angrily, "Henry, didn't you forget that six years ago, we...”

"In my heart, you're my wife. Alright, get up quickly.” With that, Henry left the room.

Yvonne saw that he had gone. She wanted to say that nothing would work, but she could only get angry in the end.

After washing up, she walked out to the living room and saw Henry wearing her apron, serving cereal at the dining table.

When Henry saw her coming out, he put down the bowl in his hand and waved to her. "Come here."

Yvonne walked over with a dark face and glanced at the cereal and toast on the table. She felt a little

touched.

Seeing her stand still, Henry pulled the chair for her and said, "Sit down and taste them. I haven’t been in the kitchen for many years. The last time I went into the kitchen was when I cooked for you six years ago."

When Yvonne passed by, she saw that he had changed his shoes and took her shoes out of the shoe cabinet and put them on the doormat.

Yvonne looked down and found that the pair of high heels he was holding was exactly what she was going t

o wear later.

Henry asked suddenly, "Did I choose the right one?”

Of course, Yvonne wasn't willing to make him happy. She deliberately kicked off the shoes in front of him, took a new pair from the shoe cabinet, and put them o n. She said proudly, "This is what I want to wear!"

Henry looked at her red high heels and her light green long-sleeved dress. His expression was a little complicated. "The color doesn’t match.”

Yvonne’s face scrunched up for a moment. "Who said that? I like this. Get out of the way. I’m going out."

With that, she pushed him away and walked out angrily. 2

Henry looked at her swaying back and pursed his thin lips. He seemed to be holding back a smile.

How could he not see that she did that on purpose? Instead of wearing the heels he had chosen for her, she wore another pair to oppose him and not do as he wished.

Henry shook his head and muttered amusedly, "Such ego.” Then, he bent down to pick up the high heels that Yvonne kicked away and closed the door to chase her.

When he managed to get to her, she was already in the car wearing her seat belt and getting ready to drive.

Henry went directly to her and opened the passenger door to get in.

Yvonne turned to look at him. "Take your own car." "We're going back together. Why bother driving two cars? That's it." Henry put down the high heels and fastened his seat belt.

Yvonne frowned when she saw him acting recklessly. Henry suddenly looked at her and said, "Don't move!"

Yvonne subconsciously didn't dare to move, but she still asked, "What's the matter?"

Instead of answering, Henry bent down, pinched her right ankle, and lifted it.

When Yvonne saw this, her face changed. "What are you doing?"