?Chapter 918:


    Years ago…


    The car sped along the winding road, the hum of the engine the only sound filling the air. Yvonne gazed out the window, her thoughts scattered and restless. Though she had been married for some time, her rtionship with Norton still felt distant, emotionally unfulfilled. They had to keep up appearances, especially when visiting Edmond, Norton’s grandpa—ying the part of a loving couple; otherwise, Edmond would be left worrying.


    The thought of it, coupled with Norton’s constant refusal to let her work, only deepened Yvonne’s frustration. It made it harder for her to muster any genuine affection for him.


    The sudden buzz of her phone disrupted her thoughts. Yvonne nced at the screen, a smile forming as she began to type a reply.


    Suddenly, Norton’s voice cut through the silence,ced with a hint of jealousy as his eyes flicked to her through the rearview mirror. “You’ve been quite busytely. I hardly see you around anymore.”


    Yvonne gave him a nonchnt look, her tone almost indifferent. “Are you really so concerned about where I’ve been?”


    Norton’s voice cut through the air, deep andced with quiet but unmistakable irritation. “You’ve been pushing boundariestely. I expect you to fulfill your duties as my wife without giving my grandpa any cause for concern at his age.”


    Yvonne’s smile faltered, her expression freezing. So, it wasn’t about her—it was all for Edmond. She had briefly thought that Norton’s concerns might be genuine, that he cared for her in some way. But now, she saw it for what it truly was.


    Her gaze dropped to her phone, though she refrained from responding immediately. A business card shed on the screen—an internationally renowned motorcycle racer. She had recently discovered a passion for riding and racing, a thrilling hobby that filled the void left by Norton’s restrictions. Since he wouldn’t allow her to work, this was her only escape. Otherwise, her days would slip into monotony.


    Noticing her indifference, Norton’s voice hardened. “Is it really so unbearable to visit my grandpa with me?”


    Yvonne’s response came quickly, almost too quickly, as she shook her head in mock surprise. “Of course not, you’re my patron now. I would never dare offend you.”


    “Oh?” Norton’s eyebrow quirked in slight surprise, though he didn’t press further. The car soon came to a stop outside Edmond’s residence. Norton stepped out first, tossing the keys to a waiting servant before walking around to open the door for Yvonne. As she stepped out, he leaned in slightly, his voice a whisper. “So, you wanted to work, huh? Let’s see how you perform.”


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    Yvonne ced her hand delicately in his, stepping out of the car with grace. She slipped her arm through his and whispered into his ear, her breath warm against his skin. “I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.”


    Norton didn’t catch her words—his mind distracted by the warmth of her breath against his ear. It made him ufortable in a way that lingered as he loosened his tie. Leading her to Edmond, he felt a strange unease but kept his focus ahead.


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