Chapter 113 You Are Definitely Not The One
“Norton, what are you doing? You’re squeezing me too tight!” Yvonne complained, her words muffled.
Norton had pushed her head firmly against his abs, which were solid and extremely firm. He held her so tightly that she struggled to breathe.
“Stay still!” he said through clenched teeth, repeating the command.
“Why can’t I move?”
“Yvonne, I’m warning you, if you move again, there will be consequences.”
His voice was stern, and Yvonne felt a real fear, deciding not to move anymore.
“Leif, open the window a bit more.”
Yvonne didn’t dare to raise her head, simply saying, “I thought you weren’t hot.”
“Now I am,” Norton responded.
As they drove past two traffic lights, she remained close within his hold.
Only a thin layer of fabric separated her face from his skin, and his high body temperature made her face feel
increasingly warm.
She could even hear his heartbeat.
This reminded her of something Brian had mentioned earlier.
Brian had told her that Norton had confronted those who had harassed her, and that he had been injured
because of it.
She couldn’t tell if it was really true.
“Which city did you visit for your last business trip?” Yvonne asked directly, without any hesitation.
“Nowhere important, just took care of some business,” Norton answered tersely, keeping details to himself.
“Brian told me everything. Norton, thank you. I know you acted because you couldn’t bear to see me, as your wife, being harassed. I truly appreciate it.”
After all, he had defended her.
“What else did he mention?” Yvonne asked.
Norton’s lips tightened, and he became visibly tense.
Chapter 113 You Are Definitely Not The One
“He mentioned you were injured. Let me take a look.” Yvonne quickly sat up, her hands moving to undo the
buttons on his shirt.
Norton was caught off guard by her swift action, and before he could object, she had already opened his start
collar.
Immediately, his well–defined muscles were exposed,
“What are you doing? Could you show a little restraint?” Horton’s voice grew stern.
Leif cleared his throat from the front seat. He insisted it wasn’t intentional. His throat had simply chosen that
moment to itch uncontrollably,
Yvonne, feeling ashamed from the scolding, paused her actions,
She turned back, sitting properly in her seat, her gaze now fixed on the landscape passing by the window
Norton understood that his words had likely been too harsh. He knew they must have been deeply hurtful for
a young woman.
Clearing his throat, he said more gently, “If you need to check, wait until after I’ve showered tonight. Then you can examine the injuries as much as you need,”
Even though his words were harmless, they still had a suggestive tone.
Yvonne pouted, thinking to herself that she no longer cared to look.
Due to everything that had happened, Yvonne got out of the car and walked ahead by herself.
She didn’t pay attention to the ingredients and hurried back home.
Norton arrived shortly after with the ingredients in hand.
As he set them down in the kitchen, he asked, “It’s eight–thirty now. Can we have dinner by nine–thirty?”
Yvonne nodded and replied, “Sure. Trust me.”
She began unloading the ingredients they had purchased from the bag
Upon emptying the bag, she spotted something small at the bottom.
It looked familiar through the white plastic.
Without much thought, she reached in and grabbed it.
Her face flushed fiery red when she realized it was a box of condoms.
At that moment, Norton walked into the kitchen.
“Why did you buy this?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly, her heartbeat quickening
He paused to drink some water, then Jeaned forward slightly, his demeanor gentle.
“Did you forget? Didn’t you tell me to pick this up and pay for it?”
Yvonne was at a loss for words.
Chapter 113 You Are Definitely Not The One
She hadn’t meant that.
She had intended for him to pick it up, put it back, and then pay for the other items.
She had not meant to purchase it.
Moreover, they didn’t even need it at the moment. Was it just going to sit at home until it expired?
Impulsively, she suggested, “Why don’t you give it to Leif? It’s better than letting it expire or go to waste.”
“You want me to give this to Leif? Yvonne, do you really think I should tell my assistant, giving him the impression that I have problems in the bedroom?”
Yvonne’s face deepened to a darker shade of red.
She waved her hands vigorously, explaining, “You misunderstood, that’s not what I was suggesting.”
“Then what did you mean?”
Suddenly, Norton encircled her waist with his arm.
His arm was strong, radiating a robust masculine presence.
Her delicate, slender waist fit perfectly in his firm embrace.
At that moment, the contrast between his strength and her softness, his height and her petite frame, was stark.
What really made Yvonne’s breathing falter was feeling his breath close to her ear and hearing his enticing voice. “Since my dear wife doesn’t want it to go to waste, why don’t we use it tonight?”
Yvonne clearly understood his implication.
“You…” Trying to regulate her breathing, she gathered her composure before responding, “Let’s not make jokes
about this.”
“Why do you think it’s a joke?” He tightened his grip around her waist.
His strength was formidable, and he nearly lifted her off the floor with minimal effort.
At that moment, her curved body pressed against his toned physique created an irresistible temptation.
“What if I told you I was serious? Yvonne, you’re my wife. If I don’t share a bed with you, then who will?”
His words plunged her heart into turmoil once again.
“I’ll only be intimate with someone I love and who loves me back. We agreed to be just a nominal couple, remember? Are you changing your stance now? Also, if you sleep with me, you can’t have relations with any other women. Are you prepared for that? Can you really commit?”
Norton’s long fingers gently lifted her chin. “Then tell me, who do you have feelings for?”
In that instant, his eyes were deep, penetrating, seemingly able to read her mind.
That intense gaze intimidated Yvonne.
Quickly, she retorted, “Take it easy. You are definitely not the one!”
Requiem of A Broken Heart
