Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 33 Who Are You?

Lynette set the tea aside and didn't drink it. "You haven't heard yet?"

"Heard what?" Yvonne looked at her dubiously.

Lynette rolled her eyes. "The discussions! Haven't you noticed the strange atmosphere in the company today? Didn't you hear them talking about you when you came to work this morning and when you just got back?"

"I did." Yvonne nodded, "But I don't know what they're talking about."

She was wondering earlier too.

She'd received all sorts of attention and heard all the whisperings around her since the morning, but it actually went on until the afternoon.

She was even starting to wonder if someone had stuck a paper on her back.

"My God, you are really living in your own world and are oblivious to the outside world!" Lynette was speechless at her.

"You think I want it this way? I’m just too busy and have no time to pay any attention to others." Yvonne propped her face with her hands. "Just tell me what I have done to become the target of their gossip." "Actually, you didn't do anything. The female employees in the company are just upset because of the dance you shared with Mr. Lancaster last night.”

"Dance?"

"Yeah, they got jealous because you picked Mr. Lancaster."

Yvonne frowned. "But why do I feel that they're mocking me instead?”

"Pfft!" Lynette burst out laughing, then quickly covered her mouth.

"What are you laughing about?" Yvonne glared at her.

Lynette couldn't contain herself anymore. She just uncovered her mouth and burst out laughing while smacking the table until she started tearing up." Nothing, nothing! I just suddenly remembered how you and Mr. Lancaster danced. It was just hilarious! Yvonne, did you even realize how many times you stepped on his shoes?"

Yvonne shook her head.

She really didn't know.

But she did remember stepping on Henry several times.

"Eight times!” Lynette showed her the fingers. "They are all jealous that Mr. Lancaster didn't fire you even though you stepped on his toes so many times!”

"Eight times?!" Yvonne echoed in shock and bit her nails in embarrassment. "That many times?"

"Yep! I still have the video here!" Lynette took out her phone, then tapped it a few times before handing it to Yvonne.

Yvonne's face went red after watching the entire video.

Was it really her dancing with Henry in the video?

She danced so badly that she couldn't even bear to look at herself, let alone other people.

Despite being such a poor dancer, Henry actually finished dancing with her instead of walking out on her. It would seem like he really had decent manners.

"Now you know why everyone is talking about you, right?” Lynette took her phone back with a smirk.

Yvonne covered her face. "Because of this video..."

"Yeah! After all, not everyone attended the welcoming party. Someone uploaded the video of you dancing with Mr. Lancaster to the company's large group chat s o everyone saw it and naturally started talking about you." 1

"But not in a good way."

Lynette chuckled, "That's why I said they are jealous o f you for your luck and courage. If they got Mr.

Lancaster, I don't think they would even have the guts to dance with him."

"Let’s not talk about that anymore. I want some peace." Yvonne laid on the table looking like a

deflated balloon.

"Fine, I won't talk about this anymore. Do you want to sing tonight?" Lynette changed the subject.

Yvonne raised her head. "I'll pass, my husband told m e that he has something to discuss with me tonight."

"Aww, next time then.” Lynette pouted in slight disappointment, then chatted with her for a while and left.

After taking a break, Yvonne gathered herself up and continued working.

All the work of the three secretaries who resigned were dumped on her. Even with Joe’s help, she still ended up working three hours of overtime before she could finish all the work. By the time she returned to the villa, it was already nine at night.

Yvonne was hungry and her face went a little pale from the pain. She rubbed her belly with one hand and unlocked the door with the other.

Since her stomach was both hungry and painful, she didn't even have much strength left in her. Her hand was shaking so much that she couldn't even get the key inside the keyhole for a long time. In the end, it was Sue who heard the noise and opened the door from inside.

"Madam, you’re back." Sue took out the slippers for her.

Yvonne changed into them and forced a smile, "Good evening, Sue."

"Good evening, madam." Sue replied to her greeting then suddenly became nervous when she realized

that something was wrong. "Madam, why do you look s o unwell?" 1

"Just feeling a little bad," Yvonne leaned against the shoe cabinet.

"Are you sick?" Sue hurriedly helped her to the sofa.

Yvonne laid on the armrest. "Not sick, just too hungry and my stomach hurts. Sue, is there any food at home?"

"It's already so late and you haven't eaten yet, madam?” Sue looked at her in surprise.

Yvonne shook her head weakly. "I was too busy and didn’t have the time."

"You still have to find time to eat no matter how busy you are." Sue gave her a distressed and disapproving look, then fetched a glass of warm water for her." Madam, drink a glass of water first. I’ll heat up the food."

"Thank you, Sue.” Yvonne took a few sips.

The warm water instantly relieved the burning sensation and pain in her stomach. She looked slightly better and recovered enough strength to get u p from the armrest. She straightened her back and turned on the television with the remote.

After watching it for a while, Sue's voice rang out in the kitchen. "Madam, your meal is ready!"

''Coming!" Yvonne responded and went over.

Yvonne set the cutlery down and exhaled contentedly when she was done with her meal.

"Are you full now, madam?" Sue asked cheerfully.

Yvonne nodded. "I'm full. Your cooking is always so delicious! I almost finished everything.”

Sue was overjoyed by her flattery. She smiled so wide that her eyes crinkled up. "Madam, you're so sweet. No wonder master likes you so much." 1

"Grandpa is just being kind." Yvonne leaned back in the chair lazily.

Although she said that, she knew very well that Henry's grandfather only liked her because she didn't marry into the Lancaster family for their money. It was only for this reason that Mr. Lancaster allowed her to marry Henry so that she could give birth to the fourth generation of the Lancaster family. 1 Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

However, the old man was starting to get anxious because he still didn't have a great-grandchild despite their three years of marriage. He even gave them an ultimatum to give birth to a child as soon as possible, o r else they wouldn't be allowed to step inside his house.

She was very troubled too. Henry didn't want to have a child with her and she couldn't possibly make a baby b y herself... She was even starting to wonder if the old man would eventually make her divorce Henry.

Yvonne couldn’t help looking worried at the thought o f that. "By the way, Sue, is Henry back yet?"

“Not yet." Sue shook her head, "Is sir coming back tonight?"

"He said he will." Yvonne pounded on her sore shoulder.

"Why don't you give him a call then, madam?” Sue suggested while tidying up the dining table.

Yvonne thought for a while and agreed.

Henry only asked her to wait for him and she didn't know how long she should wait.

Yvonne took out her phone. With Sue's encouragement, she made the call to Henry.

The call was quickly answered and she tensed up." What time will you be back, Henry?"

It wasn't Henry who answered the call, but an unfamiliar female voice. "Who are you?" she asked sharply.

Yvonne was stunned. She thought that she had called the wrong number, and quickly looked at the screen again. When she saw that it was indeed Henry's number on the display, she was stunned again.

What was going on?

Why was a woman answering his phone?