Yvonne’s chest heaved, her lips slightly parted as if to speak, but the words refused to come. Micheal’s intense gaze locked her in place. “If you’re not ready to be my woman, don’t make me fall in love with you,” he said, his voice low and firm. “There will be no escape if that happens. Absolutely none.”Yvonne blinked rapidly, her lashes trembling as she processed his words. “I’ll… keep that in mind. But we’re too close. Could you step back, please?” she stammered, unable to control the pounding of her heart.Like a true gentleman, Micheal took a few steps back, his expression returning to its usual calm. But Yvonne was far from composed; she looked flustered, almost as if she had just run a marathon.“We could have talked without… all that closeness,” she managed to say, her voice a bit shaky.Micheal’s response was cool and straightforward. “That’s the consequence of all your teasing. I’ve controlled my urges to avoid making things uncomfortable between you and my children.”“Ur
The ride to Yvonne's home was steeped in an eerie silence. Yvonne, lost in her thoughts, stared out the window, refusing to process the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her.Micheal, on the other hand, mentally chastised himself. Why had he let things go so far?He had planned to make her feel special, to help her see how much more she was beyond the shackles of her emotions with David. Yet, in a moment of vulnerability, he’d spilled his own bottled-up feelings.He hadn’t intended to warn her about teasing him along with his children, but his words had spiraled out of control. Now, he feared she might distance herself from him and his children—a thought that filled him with dread.If she pulled away, his children would regress, transforming from the mature, smart kids they were into emotional wrecks. They would throw tantrums, banding together to worry him to death, especially with Lily's fragile heart. The stress could easily land her in the hospital.What had he been thinking?
A few days later, Yvonne happily trotted alongside Lily and Jack as they sorted their toys in their new home. The twins, accustomed to sharing a room due to Lilian's health, were delighted to arrange their belongings in their new, smaller room. Although it was cozier compared to the spacious master bedroom they had in their main home, their eyes sparkled with appreciation as Yvonne assisted with the placement of everything, eagerly offering suggestions that the children immediately accepted.Micheal had given up his room for the children, opting instead for a luxurious inflatable bed in a corner of the large living room. The rest of the space was thoughtfully arranged to accommodate the children’s studies, with a comfortable sofa at the center, facing a large plasma screen for their cartoon time with their father. Despite everything looking good, Micheal felt a pang of embarrassment at the thought of inflating and deflating his bed every day.As the men helping with the furniture bega
A few days passed peacefully, with Yvonne growing increasingly attached to Lily and Jack as their house now stood beside hers. Micheal had relaxed many of his restrictions and even allowed the kids to sleep in Yvonne's room when they begged him for it.However, Yvonne's relationship with Micheal remained at a standstill, though she found herself unable to ignore his presence as easily as she once did. Ever since that night, she had become acutely aware of him as a man—not just a random person she could pretend didn't exist. She noticed how elegant he looked, even in casual clothing, and how his commanding demeanor was softened by the attentive way he observed his surroundings. When their eyes met, he would quickly look away, but the impact of those moments lingered.Yvonne couldn't stop the thoughts of how close he had come to kissing her from surfacing in her memory. She recalled his words, the feel of his touch on her skin when he tilted her chin to make her look at him. His every w
Curious and anxious about what Amy had to tell her, Yvonne stood outside her apartment building, waiting. A dreadful feeling gnawed at her, sensing it was something serious, though she couldn't pinpoint what it might be.Less than 35 minutes later, Mark's car pulled into the visitor parking space in front of the building. Yvonne quickly walked over, a shawl wrapped around her shoulders for warmth. As she approached, the grim expression on Mark's face and the conflicted look on Amy's made Yvonne’s worry intensify.“Come on, let’s go inside,” Yvonne urged. They made their way up to her apartment, where toys were scattered in every corner of the room. The sight warmed Amy’s heart, strengthening her hope that Yvonne would quickly move on from David—or so she thought.The truth Amy had kept from Yvonne was not only about David's betrayal but also about the lies Micheal had told. She vividly remembered the night she and Mark had returned home after unexpectedly running into Yvonne and Miche
Yvonne stared at David's face in the picture. It was filled with love and affection for Sammy, a look she couldn’t recall being directed at her in a long time.Despite this, she held the phone firmly, her demeanor composed, unlike Amy, who had broken down for her sake. Yvonne was in shock, trapped in a state she couldn't escape. The rest of her actions were on autopilot.She seemed unaffected, not ready to shed a single tear over the news she had just heard, and she thanked Amy for letting her know. Amy’s worried inquiries were met with Yvonne’s calm assurance that she was fine. She even managed to see Amy and Mark off with a composed expression, escorting them to their car and wishing them goodnight.When she returned to her room, Yvonne locked the door behind her and lay down on her bed, her face blank. She remained that way until the following morning, unable to think or process any information. It was like being in a comatose state.Though aware of her surroundings, she couldn’t r
In less than 14 minutes, the door was forcefully opened by the building's technical management team. As soon as the door gave way, Micheal and the others rushed inside, and from the entryway, they could see Yvonne lying on her bed.The bedroom door was ajar. Yvonne looked extremely pale yet serene, unmoving, though her lashes quivered, indicating she was aware of the commotion.Micheal's heart pounded in his chest as he took large strides toward her. Amy followed closely behind, while the men who had assisted, along with the security guard, stayed by the doorway, ready to act if necessary.“That’s the same outfit she wore last night,” Amy whispered to Micheal as they entered the bedroom.Micheal leaned over Yvonne, his voice gentle. “Can you hear me?”Yvonne could only blink.“I think she’s paralyzed from shock. Babe, blink again if you can hear me,” Amy said, moving closer to check Yvonne's pulse.Yvonne blinked in response, tears welling in her eyes and slowly trickling down her che
“Daddy, where is Miss Yvonne?” Lily asked anxiously as soon as Micheal stepped into the house.Yvonne hadn’t been discharged yet. The doctors were still monitoring her, unable to determine exactly what was wrong. She didn’t speak, simply staring up at the ceiling, and attempts to feed her were futile. Though she could stand and use the washroom when necessary, she remained largely unresponsive.Every kind word Micheal offered brought tears to her eyes. When she eventually fell asleep, her body burned with fever, and she struggled as if tormented by her dreams.It was a delicate situation, and Micheal couldn’t bear to leave her side. He managed to keep in touch with his children through video calls, gently coaxing them to go to bed by promising to update them about Yvonne’s condition. When he returned home the next morning, he found Jack and Lily waiting for him at the doorway, still in their pajamas. Despite their bodyguards’ best efforts, the children had refused to get dressed for