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    Norton stepped away from the window and sank into the sofa, trying to calm his racing heart.


    The moment Yvonne stepped through the door, she spotted Norton seated on the sofa, his expression unreadable.


    Remembering how long he’d waited for her earlier, she couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips. She took a few steps toward him.


    “Did you wait long for me today?” she asked gently, watching his distant profile.


    Norton didn’t turn his head. He said nothing.


    An awkward silence settled between them. She hesitated, then asked again, softer this time, “Why didn’t you wait for me like you usually do?”


    Norton’s eyes lingered on the phone resting on the table, though he kept her in his peripheral vision.


    Feeling the weight of his silence, Yvonne stepped closer, but that finally stirred a response.


    Norton turned toward her, his tone icy. “Had something urgent to handle,” he said tly. “So I left early.”


    Yvonne gave a small nod, but she didn’t stop walking. Her quiet response seemed to unsettle him.


    He clenched his fists, trying to suppress the frustration rising inside him. “How did you get home?” he asked, his voice low but edged.


    Yvonne paused. She had nned to tell the truth, but then she remembered how he had misunderstood things before. His explosive reaction when it came to Ethan. She thought maybe it was better to keep things simple.


    “I took a cab,” she replied.


    “Oh?” Norton rose to his feet, eyes sharp. “Since when is Ethan Marsh a cab driver?”


    Yvonne froze. Her heart skipped a beat. He must have seen her getting into Ethan’s car—no wonder he was acting like this.


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    She opened her mouth to exin, but he didn’t give her the chance. Without another word, he turned and headed upstairs.


    Yvonne sank onto the sofa, feeling the exhaustion of the day press down on her.


    She’d worked nonstop, only toe home to this… coldness, silence, and suspicion.


    She grabbed the remote and flicked through channels, trying to distract herself, but nothing on TV could hold her attention. Her thoughts kept circling back to Norton—his expression, his tone, the way he’d walked away.


    The doorbell suddenly rang, snapping Yvonne out of her thoughts.


    She looked up as Z went to answer it.


    It was Norton’s driver.


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