Chapter 94 A Mere Object
For His Needs
Yvonne quickly caught up to the situation.
As she spotted Norton about to take a shower, she hurried over, bubbling with enthusiasm. “Let me help you.”
She tiptoed to help him out of his coat, then neatly hung it on a nearby rack.
Beneath it, he donned a sleek turtleneck sweater. The sweater was black, lending him a look of sophistication,
though his face remained aloof and cold.
“You want me to help with the sweater too?” she questioned tentatively.
Norton moved to the sofa, sat down, and, spreading his arms, signaled for her assistance.
Eager to help, Yvonne approached and began to lift the sweater.
Her lack of experience in such tasks led to a funny mishap–his arms slipped free, but his head was momentarily trapped in the sweater.
“You’re messing with me, aren’t you? Did you do that on purpose?” Norton accused after finally freeing himself, his irritation palpable.
With a slight pout, Yvonne responded, “It wasn’t intentional. If it upset you, feel free to put the sweater over
my head; I won’t stop you.”
Her submission was unexpected and somewhat unsettling to Norton.
“Alright, I’ll give you another go.” He then stretched out his legs, his polished shoes coming to rest before her.
Recognizing the cue, Yvonne knelt and proceeded with the shoes and socks.
Now, only his more private attire remained. She paused, uncertain.
“Do you expect me to shower with my pants on?” Norton’s tone dripped with sarcasm.
Left with no alternative, she stepped forward and cautiously began to unfasten his belt.
Minutes ticked by, and as her hands shook and sweat beaded on her nose, she still struggled to unbuckle his
belt.
His expression darkened, the atmosphere growing tense.
In a soft, almost pleading voice, she asked, “Could you possibly show me how to do this?”
Norton responded with a mocking laugh, “Are you saying you can’t even unbuckle a belt?”
Yvonne hesitated, her fingers frozen on the buckle, before admitting, “I truly can’t.”
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After all, she was someone who had grown up playing with dolls and handling hairpins.
Men’s belts had never been part of her world; she hadn’t even handled one before.
With a forced smile and through clenched teeth, Norton tipped her chin up. “People say you’re quite the heartbreaker, always surrounded by suitors and a regular at nightclubs.”
Yvonne pressed her lips together, offering no explanation.
It was true that she was always a part of those lively scenes. However, boyfriends were not part of her history.
She felt that voicing this truth might fall on disbelieving ears, especially Norton’s.
His assumption of her silence was that she conceded. “So, you’re admitting it?”
“If that’s what you believe.” She needed his help tonight and preferred not to escalate the conflict.
Her explanations would likely do little to change his perceptions anyway.
Curious, she then asked, “Is your belt leather?”
Caught off guard, he asked, “Why do you ask?”
“I’m really at a loss here. What if I cut it off and replace it with a new one, exactly the same?”
Norton appeared to be somewhat convinced this time. He took her left hand in his, gently positioning her right, guiding her meticulously through the steps as if teaching her.
With a soft click, the buckle came undone.
Releasing his grip, he instructed, “Now, just pull it through.”
“Got it!”
Carefully, Yvonne eased the belt from the loops and proceeded to help him with his pants.
Looking up unexpectedly, she caught a glimpse that made her cheeks flush a deep red.
Turning swiftly, she headed to the bathroom, saying, “I’ll get the bath ready.”
She filled the bathtub with warm water, assuming Norton remained on the couch.
Preparing to call him over, she was startled instead to see him approach shirtless, dressed only in his
underwear.
“You go ahead and take a bath. I’ll wait outside,” Yvonne said, getting up to leave.
However, Norton’s expression grew intense as he caught her wrist.
With a gentle tug, she stumbled into his embrace.
In an instant, he had drawn her into the bathtub with him.
Yvonne sat up inside the tub, drenched and disoriented.
Water cascaded down her face and hair, her clothes completely wet.
Her breaths came in angry bursts.
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Normally, she would have erupted in anger, but today she remained unusually calm. “I take it that wasn’t
intentional.”
Catching an involuntary glimpse of something, she tightened her fists and said calmly, “If you’re feeling needy after your trip, I might call Shelly over.”
The moment these words left her mouth, Norton’s stare turned cold.
Yvonne was puzzled. She had offered such a significant compromise, even suggesting he see another woman without interference, and still, he seemed discontented?
A chill ran through her, causing an involuntary shiver.
“She’s shooting a commercial, not available right now,” Norton finally said.
“Sorry, I wasn’t aware. Maybe Leif could find someone else?”
Before she could complete her thought, Norton’s arm encircled her waist, his other hand cradling the back of
her head.
His kiss was forceful, overwhelming, as if trying to consume her.
“You…” Yvonne found herself powerless to resist.
For years, she had kept secret feelings for him, a sentiment she never revealed.
Yet now, overwhelmed by his advance, she experienced no joy, only a sense of degradation.
At this moment, what was she to him but a mere object for his needs?
The kiss seemed endless, and when he finally released her, her lips were a vivid shade of red.
“Why look elsewhere? You’re right here. Why would I turn away when my wife is so willing to meet my needs?” With these words, he loomed over her once more.
Yvonne’s initial impulse was to resist, yet remembering something crucial, she retracted her hand.
Then, she tenderly encircled his neck with her slender arms, surrendering as his lips explored her shoulder with soft yet assertive bites.
As the water in the tub warmed, a blush beautified Yvonne’s skin, rendering her irresistibly radiant.
As she yielded without protest, his interest on her intensified.
