Chapter 5
Chapter 5
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Before Yvonne could finish speaking, a fierce gleam flashed in Reid’s eyes. Like a wild animal finally breaking free from its cage, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He lowered his head, his face set with a reckless determination, and kissed Yvonne
hard.
The sudden kiss left Yvonne’s mind completely blank. Her first instinct was to pull away, but Reid’s grip was like a vise, holding her tightly and leaving her unable to move.
His kiss was passionate and forceful, carrying an intensity that was impossible to resist. He parted her lips, exploring her mouth with a burning hunger.
Yvonne could feel his eagerness and longing–an emotion that had been bottled up for far too long. Gradually, her body went limp in his arms, and a strange, thrilling sensation spread through her.
It was a new kind of desire, one that made her heart race and her mind spin. Without realizing it, she began to kiss him back.
Reid shivered, wrapping his arm firmly around her waist, as if trying to merge with her. Half–carrying Yvonne, he strode toward the bedroom. The bedroom curtains were drawn tight, letting in just a sliver of moonlight. Reid kicked open the door with a dull thud.
He carried Yvonne to the bed and gently laid her on the soft mattress. Her hair spread out like a ribbon of silk on the white sheets, making her look incredibly inviting.
Reid leaned over her, his eyes filled with intense desire. His breathing was quick and heavy, warm against Yvonne’s face.
The room seemed to grow warmer, with a romantic vibe filling every corner. Moonlight peeked through the curtain gaps, highlighting their entwined figures in a charming and fascinating scene.
*****
Yvonne woke early with Reid’s arm around her waist and his gentle breaths against her neck. The warmth stirred mixed emotions in her heart. He had finally settled down at dawn and was now sleeping deeply, a slight smile on his lips.
Reid was undeniably handsome, with features finely sculpted like a statue–deep eyes, a high nose, and slightly pursed lips that exuded an irresistible charm. The Simmons family was one of the top–tier families in Avaloria. Approaching thirty, Reid had never been involved in any scandals.
Before Yvonne met him, people around Steven had mentioned that Reid might be gay. Last night, she had personally confirmed that Reid was not only straight but also very much the opposite.
As she thought about it, a slight blush appeared on her cheeks. She gently got up, moving carefully to avoid waking the man behind her.
She bent down to pick up the clothes scattered all over the floor, pausing when she saw the black stockings from last night. They were torn into pieces, reminding her of his wild actions.
She threw the stockings in the trash and quietly slipped out, carrying her clothes.
*****
When Yvonne got home, Steven hadn’t returned yet. After she took a shower, Iona, who had just woken up, was sitting in the living room drinking water. As soon as she saw Yvonne, she said, “What time is it? Why haven’t you made breakfast yet?”
Without a word, Yvonne went into the kitchen to make cereal, but only enough for herself.
When she came out with the cereal, Iona asked, “Where’s Steven? Still in bed?”
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“He left last night,” Yvonne said simply.
Iona paused, clicked her tongue, and looked Yvonne up and down with disdain. “Can’t even handle your own man. Worthless.”
Iona looked at the cereal in her hand and snorted, “No wonder he doesn’t want to eat this plain stuff. I’m not eating it either; it doesn’t look appetizing at all.”
With that, she got up and called a friend she hadn’t known for long. “Let’s gather for a game night. I won 3 thousand yesterday. Let’s keep it going today. Nobody’s allowed to ditch.”
Yvonne sat at the dining table, lowered her head, and took a spoonful of cereal. The taste was mild, not very filling.
But when one was at their weakest and hungriest, a big meal would be too much, while a simple bowl of cereal could nourish the body.
She was eating while scrolling through her phone. She saw that a post about Sharon’s alleged prostitution had climbed to the top of Sharon’s school’s online page early in the morning. The post had pictures and seemed convincing, thrusting Sharon into the spotlight.
Sharon argued that the man was her boyfriend and wanted Steven to step in and solve it. But Yvonne knew Steven was busy making the company go public, and with the post gaining traction, there was no way he’d expose himself.
Sharon couldn’t explain herself and had to silently bear the blame. With everyone gossiping, she went through a round of online shaming, no matter what the real story was.
Just then, a message alert sounded from Yvonne’s phone. [Ms. Stark, does the plan continue?]
Yvonne chuckled softly and replied, [Yeah.]
After seeing the “read” notification, she erased the message and thought to herself, ‘Great. Everything is going according to plan.
In the afternoon, Yvonne went back to her matrimonial home. As she opened the door, the faint smell of disinfectant filled the room. She wrinkled her nose slightly and then opened all the windows and doors.
She then returned to her bedroom, glanced at the calendar, and started sorting out her belongings.
When Steven returned, he immediately noticed a cardboard box at her feet, and his heart skipped a beat. “What’s this? Planning to run away?”
Yvonne looked up at the man who now seemed like a stranger, sneering inwardly, ‘After a trip to the police station, he’s now pretending to be all gentlemanly.
“No, just sorting through some of my old stuff,” she replied, her voice calm and indifferent.
Steven’s gaze fell on a photo album in her hands from when they were young, and he felt a little relieved.
Yvonne loved collecting photos, meaningful or not; she liked having them printed and put into albums. She once said that photos on the phone lacked the real–time feel and only physical albums held truly special memories.
Steven’s expression softened, his eyes becoming more gentle. “I’m just back to change clothes. I’ve got an event tonight; wait for me to come back.”
Yvonne stayed silent, her eyes showing no emotion, as though she hadn’t heard a word he said.
Steven took off his shirt, and Yvonne saw the various hickies on him and lowered her eyes.
Steven seemed to realize something wasn’t right, so he put his shirt back on and walked toward the bathroom. At the door,
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he suddenly stopped and turned around to say, “Oh, I forgot. Reid’s downstairs. Can you go entertain him?”
Yvonne was startled, stopped for a moment, then closed the photo album and went downstairs.
Reid stood in the living room, sunlight outlining his tall, strong figure. He held a photo frame with a picture of Yvonne and Steven. Yvonne watched him from the bottom step.
Reid heard a sound, placed the frame face down on the table, and looked up. His eyes were a bit narrow, now filled with a deep, mysterious light, like a sky full of stars.
His gaze seemed to see through everything, landing right on Yvonne and making her heart skip a beat. “What do you want to drink?” Yvonne asked.
“Something sour,” Reid said with a teasing tone.
Yvonne paused, shot him a look, then opened the fridge, took out a bottle of lemonade, and handed it to him.
Reid was momentarily stunned, squinted his eyes a bit, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. As he reached out to get the drink, he suddenly pulled her arm, drawing her into his arms, and they both fell back onto the sofa.
“Are you crazy? Let me go,” Yvonne whispered sharply.
Reid held her close, leaned in, and whispered slowly in her ear, “Yvonne, you really think you can just leave after sharing a bed, huh? Planning to act like nothing happened?”
