Chapter 91: Yvette Has Gone Numb

Honestly speaking, I was scared to see Yvette losing her temper. But this was a great chance to convince her to accelerate the divorce. There was a strange intensity to her relationships. I wasn't sure how she could endure Randall's history. Perhaps she was too deeply in love with him to mind his romantic past.

But ever since she slept with me, she forbade me from having any physical contact with other women. Yvette kept telling me that I was her man. If I were to sleep with another woman behind her back, that meant I'd be tarnishing her reputation. She'd feel ashamed because of me.

I grinned at her. “Yeah, I did spend the night with her. Truth be told, it feels great to cheat on you for once.”

“I think I should cheat on you every day for as long as you refuse to go through with the divorce. I’ll keep sleeping with different women every day! What if it ends up producing an illegitimate child for you in the future?”

The moment my voice fell, Yvette pinched my waist with all her might. Her expression was already intense. I could tell she was really pissed at me this time.

“Owen Yates,” she gritted out, looking as though she was about to tear me limb from limb. “I think you really have a death wish.”

“What the hell? Let go of me!”

I grabbed Yvette’s wrist in an attempt to dislodge her hand from my waist. She responded by stomping her high heel onto my foot violently. The intense pain made me lose strength in my hips. At the same time, I released my hold on her wrist.

But this time, Yvette released my waist. She reached under my shirt.

“Verre, you—” I did my best to endure the sharp pain coming from my foot as I backed away from her. Then, I used one hand to grab both of her hands. Somehow, Yvette was surprisingly strong; I couldn’t stop her with just one hand.

“Is your foot not hurting anymore?” Yvette asked coolly.

That question made my blood freeze. My foot wasn’t the only thing hurting this time. For some reason, my entire nervous system was flaring with phantom pain.

When I noticed that Yvette was about to touch my shirt again, I hollered, “Yvette Penning, are you fucking nuts?”

“Am I nuts? I am, that’s because you’re the one who’s driven me to this point!”

Yvette’s face was contorted. I couldn’t tell if she was furious or jealous.

"You went out with another woman last night? As your wife, I’m obligated to give you a thorough checkup!”

“A check?”

I was dumbstruck. Blood rushed into my brain at once, while my body went as stiff as a log. I’d never have thought that Yvette would do such a shameless and underhanded thing. She was known to be a strange woman, after all.

If I had truly bedded Lila last night, wouldn’t she feel disgusted by the notion of giving me a checkup?

“Owen, you’d better be lying to me, or else… you’ll die right here, right now!”

Yvette could barely conceal the waves of rage and violence in her eyes. Her breathing grew heavier as she shot me a cold look. She outright ignored my resistance.

“That’s enough! There aren’t any marks on me! Nothing! There’s no need for you to give me a checkup. I didn’t cheat on you!”

Yvette de-escalated immediately. She shot me the faintest hint of a smile. Then, she hoisted me by the collar and kissed me. That woman had really gone nuts today.

Thank goodness I had said all those things just to piss Yvette off. If I had actually cheated on her, no one would seek justice for me even if she were to…

But why would she get that mad at me? That shouldn’t be her reaction. In fact, her anger completely toppled my perception of her. Did she get possessed by a ghost?

Besides, Yvette had told me some time ago that I was free to sleep with other women if I got lonely at night.

While my mind was muddled with chaotic thoughts, Yvette had already unbuttoned my shirt. She began touching my Adam’s apple and collarbone.

After that, she released me—calmly. Then, she shoved me back onto the couch forcefully before descending upon me. Her previously furious face was now tinged pink. She looked like she was…

Her demeanor was no better than Yvette’s. At least her clothes were a little rustled. My clothes, on the other hand, were mostly removed by her at this point. Her eyes were alarmingly bloodshot as she stared at me unblinkingly.

“In… did she touch these places?” I breathed.

Rage surged through my veins. I wanted nothing more than to slap Yvette on the spot. I gritted my teeth in a mixture of anger and humiliation. But all I could do was verbally assault her.

“Yvette Denning, I swear I’ll kill you once I step out of this…”

Yvette responded by pinching my waist with a hurtful force threateningly. But she still said coolly, “Answer my question.” Then, she let out a soft chuckle.