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Yvonne shook her head, frustration simmering beneath her breath. In a burst of impulse, she grabbed his collar,
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 fragainst 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 treatlike 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 beneath layers of
pride and strength.
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“What the hell are you doing?” Norton's voice was fierce, but the sympathy that had been swirling within him
dissipated, replaced by confusion and frustration. Yet, before he could process what had just happened, she
collapsed 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 flash of light
from the bedside table interrupted his thoughts.
Her phone was buzzing incessantly—messages flooding in at an alarming 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 extrsports and
adventure seemed reckless, particularly for someone married. It was dangerous—she was married now, for
heaven's sake. What if something happened to her? How could he explain that to Edmond?
Norton, lost in these tangled thoughts, glanced at the sleeping Yvonne once more before reaching for his phone,
hoping to find sdistraction 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 glared.
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ignore the growing unease in his chest.
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