?Chapter 555:


    “You fool!”


    The driver was left speechless. Making a living wasn’t easy these days. What had he done to deserve this? He felt truly wronged. But, of course, he kept hisints to himself.


    When Norton arrived home, he found Yvonne freshly showered, dressed in cozy pajamas, and lounging on the bed, happily snacking on a te of fruit. She lookedpletely at ease.


    Norton didn’t say a word. He walked into the room and stood behind her without making a sound.


    He simply stood there, watching, waiting to see when she’d finally realize he was there.


    Yvonne had just taken a bite of watermelon when she suddenly froze at the sight of Norton’s face. “You…”


    In her shock, she forgot about the watermelon in her mouth, opening it so wide that the piece nearly tumbled out. Realizing just in time, she quickly caught it before it could fall. “Why are you here?” she asked, still dazed.


    “This is my house. Where else would I be?”


    “Why didn’t you make a sound? You were so quiet.”


    “This is our room. Do I need permission to be here?”


    Yvonne had no response to that. He wasn’t wrong, but they had been sleeping in separate rooms for some time. That exined why she felt so rxed, lounging in her pajamas and enjoying some fruit after her shower. If Norton had been here earlier, she definitely wouldn’t have been this at ease.


    “What are you eating?” Norton stepped closer.


    “Watermelon.”


    “I’m feeling kind of thirsty too.”


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    Yvonne asked, “Do you want me to grab you some water?”


    His deep voice responded, “No need.” But as soon as he said it, he felt a little dissatisfied. In his view, she was usually sharp and quick to pick up on things. How did she miss his hint just now? She was definitely pretending not to notice.


    With that thought, he cleared his throat deliberately. “No need to go through the trouble. The watermelon in your hand looks pretty refreshing.”


    Yvonne froze, her fork stopping mid-air. What was he getting at? Did he… want the watermelon?


    But wasn’t he…


    She looked at him. “There’s only one fork, and I already used it. You don’t mind, do you?”


    She distinctly remembered how particr he was about cleanliness. He never shared food or utensils with anyone.


    He looked a bit thrown off, as if caught off guard. He nced up. “You’re right, but…”


    Before he could finish, Yvonne had already picked up another piece of watermelon.


    Her skin always had a natural glow, but against the vibrant red of the watermelon, she looked even more radiant.


    The rich red of the watermelon matched the color of her lips, both equally tempting, stirring something deep inside him. “There are exceptions.”


    With that said, he quickly leaned in and took a bite of the other half of the watermelon from her mouth.


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