Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 42 What Kind Of Person Is She?

Henry lowered his gaze and said nothing. He didn't know how to answer her question either.

He couldn't even find a reason for them to not meet. There was just a voice in his heart that kept telling him that their meeting might lead to something beyond his control.

Henry refused to believe his gut feeling, yet he still couldn't help but be bothered by it. He hadn't told Jackie that he had married yet, mostly because he wasn’t sure if Jackie still had feelings for him.

If she still did, Henry couldn't imagine how she would react to the situation.

"Henry?” Jacqueline tugged at the sleeve of the absentminded man. “What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing,” Henry returned to his senses and pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly. "Do you really want to meet her?”

"Yes," Jacqueline nodded.

Henry's Adam's apple bobbed twice and his voice was a little hoarse, "Okay, I’ll arrange the meeting, but just a quick one."

"Alright," Jacqueline responded with a smile.

Henry turned his head slightly and threw a glance at Shane who had been as silent as a wooden puppet.

Shane raised his eyebrows at Henry, then followed him outside.

"Which ward is Yvonne Frey staying in?"

"Downstairs. I'll take you there." Shane showed him the way after saying that.

Henry followed him.

"I thought you didn't want them to meet. Why did you suddenly change your mind again?" Shane suddenly asked curiously when they entered the elevator.

Henry ignored his question as he watched the elevator door close with his deep eyes that concealed all emotions.

Shane clicked his tongue. "Henry, just what’s going through that head of yours?"

"What do you mean?" Henry parted his thin lips slightly and asked coldly.

Shane stood beside Henry with hands in the pockets o f his white lab coat. "Of course it is about you and Jacqueline. I recall you said that it’s impossible for you and her to continue the relationship, right?" 1

"Yes."

"Then what are you doing now?" Shane looked at him seriously, "I don't want to comment on what you did before, but now I have to say this: you shouldn’t be so intimate with her if you don’t have that kind of plan with her."

In the past, Shane indeed thought that Yvonne wasn’t worthy of Henry.

However, his opinion had changed. Rather than Jacqueline, Yvonne was actually the most suitable person for Henry because she was sincere. Shane truly hoped that they would stay together.

As a bystander, there was one thing Shane was very sure about. Although Henry still couldn’t let go of Jacqueline, he also had a place for Yvonne in his heart. It was just that Henry hadn't realized that himself yet. 1

At the thought of that, Shane gave him a piece of meaningful advice. "Henry, as a friend, I hope you won’t do things that you’ll regret.”

Henry narrowed his eyes at him, "What do you mean b y that?"

"Nothing in particular. That’s all I can tell you. Some things lose their meaning if they're said too clearly. You'll have to interpret it yourself.” Shane smiled and stopped outside a ward's door. "This is her room. You can go in by yourself, I'll be returning to my office now."

Shane pointed to the door in front of him, then turned and left. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Henry stood thinking for a while, then lifted his arm and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Yvonne raised her head from the bed when she heard a knock on the door.

It s me.

"Henry?" Yvonne quickly got out of her bed in surprise and opened the door after putting on her shoes.

Henry came in as soon as the door was opened, "Were you sleeping?"

"No, I was playing with my phone on the bed," Yvonne closed the door.

The surgery was going to be tonight, so how could she possibly sleep?

"Don't you have poor vision? Why are you still playing with your phone while lying down?" Henry frowned at her.

Yvonne rubbed her nose and smiled bashfully. "It's more comfortable that way. Did you meet Miss Conrad?"

She quickly changed the subject.

Henry hummed in response. "She wants to meet you."

"Who?" Yvonne was so surprised that she couldn't react in time. 1

Henry gave her the side-eye, "Who do you think I'm referring to?"

Yvonne blinked at him in shock. "Miss Conrad?"

"Let’s go. I'll take you upstairs." Henry walked to the door without waiting for her response. After taking

two steps, he heard no movement behind him.

Henry turned his head and saw that Yvonne was still standing in the same spot, looking stupefied.

"What are you doing? Follow me quickly." Henry pressed his lips and commanded her rather impatiently.

Yvonne slowly came back to her senses and hurriedly jogged up to him, "Coming!"

The two walked quietly along the corridor without saying a word to each other. The atmosphere became tense.

After a while, Yvonne looked at the back of the man in front of her. She hesitated for a moment before calling out to him, "Henry."

Henry kept walking, "What is it?"

"What kind of person is Miss Conrad?" she probed.

From the way Jacqueline spoke during their last phone call, Yvonne could vaguely guess that she was a n opinionated person with keen senses.

People like her were generally not easy to get along with, so Yvonne was a little worried.

Even so, she still wanted to understand Jacqueline through Henry to determine whether Jacqueline was the same as she imagined.

"What are you asking that for?" Henry pressed the elevator button, answering the question with another

question.

Yvonne bit her lip. "I'm just a little curious. If you don't want to tell me, then forget about it."

"I've nothing to hide." Henry stepped into the elevator and pressed the floor button while answering her question. "Jackie is a gentle person who doesn't put o n any airs." 1

"Gentle?" The corners of Yvonne's mouth twitched slightly.

As expected, she was different from what she thought.

Yvonne didn’t agree that Jacqueline was a gentle person. When she previously mentioned that she was Henry's wife on the phone, Jacqueline was obviously upset and angry.

Could she be one of those 'two-faced' women that Lynette had told her about?

"What are you thinking about?” Henry suddenly asked.

Yvonne quickly shook her head while waving her hands, "Nothing. Nothing at all..."

Henry could see the guilt on her face but wasn't interested in any of it. He adjusted the cuffs of his shirt and reminded, "When you meet Jackie later, remember not to say anything that you shouldn't be saying.”

"Why don't you remind me what I can and cannot say?" Yvonne played with her fingers while asking carefully.

Henry glanced at her as though she was an idiot." You’re not allowed to tell her that you’re my wife. As for the rest, I'll leave it up to you."

"Oh..." The lights in Yvonne's eyes dimmed as she slowly lowered her head.

She couldn't tell her that she was his wife. Was she really that unpresentable?

Or was he just worried that his ex-girlfriend would be bothered by the fact that she was his wife?

Yvonne drew a breath. Feeling the unpleasantness in her heart, she turned her head to the side and said nothing else.

In their silence, they arrived at Jacqueline's ward.

Henry allowed Yvonne to go in alone, while he lit a cigarette and waited outside the door. 1

Yvonne was going to remind him to smoke less because it wasn't good for his health.

But she held back her tongue when she saw the fatigue and worry between his eyebrows.

"I'm going in then."

"Yeah," Henry responded emotionlessly.

Yvonne turned the doorknob and went in.

Jacqueline immediately turned her head when she heard the movement, "Hello!" "Hello," Yvonne nodded slightly, then looked at her.

Jacqueline was sitting on the hospital bed, holding a book with a faint smile on her face. She was a very sweet-looking and elegant lady who fit her image of a daughter from a wealthy family.

However, she was too skinny. There was barely any flesh on her body and she looked like a pile of bones. Even so, she still looked extremely beautiful in a wig.

No wonder why Henry couldn’t forget about the beautiful and elegant dancer who came from a good family background. At the thought of that, shame and envy welled up in Yvonne’s heart.

While she envied Jacqueline, the latter also felt envious and even a little jealous of her. They had the same type of bone marrow, but why was Yvonne healthy while she could only lie here in poor health?

However...

Jacqueline immediately felt better again after looking at Yvonne's inferior looks and body figure.

"So you are Miss Yvonne Frey?" she asked with a smile while trying to suppress the negativity in her heart.