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    Yvonne shook her head, frustration simmering beneath her breath. In a burst of impulse, she grabbed his cor, yanking him closer. “Shameless…” she muttered, trying to bite his lips. But he deftly avoided her, and in a swift motion, she flipped over, straddling him, her eyes locking with his in a silent challenge. His breath caught, his throat tightening as he felt her delicate frame against him, the warmth of her body stirring something deeper within him.


    But then, something unexpected happened—tears welled up in Yvonne’s eyes. These weren’t tears of anger or pain, but something far more vulnerable. “How can you treat me like this?” she whispered, her voice breaking slightly.


    She closed her eyes, and a tear slipped down her pale cheek. Seeing her like this—fragile and vulnerable—struck something deep inside him. She had always been strong, proud, and defiant, but at this moment, she was the farthest thing from the woman he knew—like a small, fragile girl who had buried her softness beneathyers of pride and strength.


    Lost in this unexpected vulnerability, Norton barely reacted when Yvonne pped him across the face.


    “What the hell are you doing?” Norton’s voice was fierce, but the sympathy that had been swirling within him dissipated, reced by confusion and frustration. Yet, before he could process what had just happened, she copsed into a deep sleep, her body sinking under the weight of exhaustion. With a resigned sigh, he gently lifted her, carrying her to her room and settling her onto the bed. He then instructed the housekeeper to change Yvonne’s clothes, and once it was done, he sat beside her, observing her peaceful expression.


    In her slumber, she appeared soft and vulnerable—a stark contrast to the fiery woman who had so often tested his patience. He observed her for a while, caught in a rare moment of quietude, when a sudden sh of light from the bedside table interrupted his thoughts.


    Her phone was buzzing incessantly—messages flooding in at an rming rate. Who could possibly be messaging her at this hour? His curiosity piqued, he picked up the device, unlocking it with her fingerprint. Then he found a sea of unread messages scattered across various groups: climbing, racing, and motorcycle enthusiasts.


    He skimmed through the notifications quickly, then set the phone back down with a sigh. Yvonne had always defied convention, far from the typical, refined women he was familiar with. Her thirst for extreme sports and adventure seemed reckless, particrly for someone married. It was dangerous—she was married now, for heaven’s sake. What if something happened to her? How could he exin that to Edmond?


    Norton, lost in these tangled thoughts, nced at the sleeping Yvonne once more before reaching for his phone, hoping to find some distraction in the news.


    The first headline that caught his eye read, “Tourist Falls from Cliff While Climbing.” He set his phone down, the news sinking into his thoughts like a stone. He red.


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    At Yvonne again, his frustration mounting. After a moment, he turned off the light andy beside her, trying to ignore the growing unease in his chest.


    The next morning, Yvonne awoke feeling surprisingly refreshed. As she made her way downstairs for breakfast, she froze when she saw Norton still seated at the table. ncing at the clock, she raised an eyebrow. “Why are you still here?” she asked, her voice light but with an unmistakable teasing tone.


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