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    Norton lifted her chin slightly.


    “Oh, my soul caught your eye?”


    Looking into his eyes, Yvonne remained silent.


    Norton asked,


    “Yvonne, did you agree to marry me because you had feelings for me?”


    Without hesitation, Yvonne responded,


    “Of course not. Don’t worry. My intentions are strictly reasonable. We have a marriage of convenience, aligned by mutual benefits. Remember, I won’te between you and Shelly. I’ll even y the doting wife in front of your grandpa, so your mind can be at ease.”


    With a scornful huff, Norton said,


    “Yvonne does y the role of a devoted wife well!”


    What was she supposed to do? Cause a scene and create chaos? Then doggedly seek to uncover betrayal? Those approaches were never her way.


    “If you appreciate my loyalty, might I ask for a little help?” Yvonne inquired.


    Norton responded skeptically,


    “You even outdo shrewd businessmen in opportunism. You tter me one moment and the next, you’re asking for favors. What do you think I am?”


    “My husband!” Yvonne eximed impulsively.


    Both were visibly taken aback.


    Observing his unyielding, silent demeanor, Yvonne resigned herself to defeat, touched her nose, and murmured to herself,


    “If you’re not willing, I guess I’ll have to turn to Eric Riley.”


    “Wait!” Norton called out sharply.


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    She paused and turned back, noticing his lips barely open.


    “What is it you need?” he asked.


    Encouraged by his question, she didn’t hesitate.


    “Jeffrey’s still at the police station. Could you drive me there?”


    “You seem really concerned about those Marsh siblings,” Norton said, his voiceden with jealousy.


    “They are like family to me. You’ve had it easy, so you can’t grasp the challenges we faced.”


    “And do you think she reciprocates your feelings?”


    “Certainly.”


    An hourter, Yvonne was face to face with Jeffrey.


    Hisplexion was ghostly pale, drained of life.


    “Jeffrey…” Yvonne’s voice faltered, and her eyes lowered.


    Then, spotting the bandage wrapped around his wrist, she abruptly rose, rmed.


    “What’s this? Are you injured?”


    Jeffrey shook his head slightly.


    Approaching them, the officer in charge exhaled a heavy, sorrowful sigh.


    “He tried to take his own life.”


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