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    Meanwhile, the mood between Norton and Yvonne was anything but warm.


    He didn’t release her hand until they stepped into the elevator.


    The silence inside was heavy.


    Yvonne looked down at her wrist, the skin visibly irritated, her expression turning to ice.


    Norton noticed the mark. It stood out against her pale skin, impossible to ignore.


    He swallowed hard, but said nothing.


    When they arrived home, Yvonne stepped inside first.


    Norton trailed behind, his face unreadable.


    Yvonne didn’t spare him a nce. She was too drained to deal with him. She headed straight to her room.


    Norton followed closely behind. She couldugh and chat with another man, but the moment it was him, she shut downpletely. At her door, Yvonne was just about to close it when Norton reached out and stopped it.


    “I’ll be sleeping here tonight,” he dered, his voice raised. He knew she was furious over Shelly, and she was pushing him on purpose. He had meant to exin everything, but the image of herughing and chatting with that man had killed any desire to talk.


    “I’m exhausted. Do what you want,” Yvonne said tly, her tone void of energy. She knew arguing would get her nowhere, so she didn’t bother.


    Norton’s expression tightened. She hadn’t looked tired earlier—at least not when she was smiling at that man, right?


    He entered the bedroom, his steps stiff, watching her intently. He waited for her to say something—anything—to clear up what had happened today.


    Not that it mattered, of course. But if she did, maybe then he’d tell her his real opinion of Shelly.


    Yvonne, however, gave him nothing. She went about her routine quickly, removing her makeup and taking a shower before climbing into bed without a word.


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    Seeing she had no intention of acknowledging him, Norton refused to lower himself by chasing her attention.


    With a bitter twist of his lips, he grabbed his pajamas and walked into the bathroom.


    Steam rose thickly around him as hot water pounded his back, easing the tension in his shoulders. Little by little, the day’s irritation slipped away.


    Sullen silence suddenly felt foolish to him. He thought maybe he should stop sulking and just try to make amends.


    Wrapped in a bathrobe, he stepped quietly back into the bedroom.


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