?Chapter 177:


    Norton’s expression was thunderous. “Who gave you the authority to let her in? Did she pay you off?” he snapped.


    “No! I would never do that!”


    Leif didn’t dare drag Yvonne into this, so he could only mutter a weak apology. “If not you, then who? And where’s Yvonne? I told you to bring her here—where is she?” Leif mped his mouth shut, at a loss for words.


    Just as Norton finished his outburst, his eyesnded on Yvonne, leaning casually against the office door, holding the lunch box.


    She was dressed in a sleek ck dress today, her hair neatly pinned up, giving her an effortlessly refined look. But the bold red on her lips added a striking contrast—sophisticated yet undeniably tempting.


    A faint, familiar fragrance drifted toward Norton, teasing his senses.


    Yvonne’s gaze flicked down at the disheveled woman on the floor.


    Without hesitation, she admitted, “I let her in.”


    For a brief moment, Norton’s brain stalled in sheer disbelief.


    Then, his anger erupted. “Yvonne Jimenez, have you lost your damn mind?” His wife was handing women over to him? What the hell was she thinking?


    “Not at all. My mind is perfectly intact,” Yvonne replied with an infuriatingly sweet smile.


    Norton’s re shifted to Leif. “Get her out of here. And shut the door.”


    “Yes, sir!”


    Leif didn’t waste a second. In one swift motion, he shut the door. In three more, he hauled the woman to the elevator. The entire process was executed wlessly.


    Now, only Yvonne and Norton remained in the office. The tension in the room thickened until Yvonne finally broke the silence.


    “So… are you still having lunch?”


    “Of course!” Norton shot back, his tone sharp.


    Without another word, Yvonne opened the lunch box and showed the food she had prepared.


    At the sight of the food, Norton’s irritation wavered. He was starving. Begrudgingly, he picked up a spoon and ate, finishing more than he intended before finally setting it down.


    Once he was done, Yvonne quietly gathered the lunch box, ready to leave.


    “Well, I won’t keep you from your work any longer.”


    “Wait a minute!”


    Before she could take a step, Norton moved—so fast it was as if he had teleported. One hand locked around her wrist; the other pressed against the door, pinning her in ce.


    “Aren’t you going to exin?”


    “Exin what?”


    “You knew it!” His voice was low, almost a growl.


    Yvonne rolled her eyes, pausing for a moment before realizing what he meant. “Oh… you mean that woman just now?” Her tone was light, indifferent.


    “Didn’t you say our marriage doesn’t count? That we should live our own lives? Then you don’t need to worry—I won’t see myself as your wife anymore. I won’t interfere with your life. Whoever you like, whoever you’re with, that’s your business. I have no right to ask, and I won’t.”


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