Chasing After My Beloved Wife novel Chapter 11

"Mr. Shawn, are you not going over?"

The servant asked in confusion. Shawn frowned and shook his head, not noticing the heartache he felt for Joye. If he went there now, she was likely to hit him.

His mobile phone vibrated. He took out his mobile phone, annoyed. Seeing that it was a strange number, he hung up right away.

Just as he was about to put it back into his pocket, his phone vibrated again. It was a text message.

"Shawn, I'm coming home. Are you alright?" Attached below the message was a piece of flight information.

He knew who it was from.

Staring at the words on the screen, helplessness consumed him.

Rain fell into his eyes when he raised his head. Then, he stuffed the phone into his trouser pocket.

When he looked at the graveyard again, Joye’s thin figure was gone. He quickly looked around, only to discover that Joye had already gotten into Yvon's car.

Why were they together?

"It seems like Madam Joye has gotten close to Mr. Yvon lately."

The servant followed Shawn's gaze and spoke. The servant immediately realized that she had spoken too much when she noticed Shawn's deathly glance.

When did the relationship between Joye and Yvon start?

Ever since Joye got in the car, she had been looking out of the window in silence. The rainy weather perfectly reflected what she was feeling right then.

She was not in tremendous pain as in the beginning, but the pain was there to stay. She wondered if it’ll always be there.

Yvon tilted his head to look at her and couldn't help but comfort her, "Time is the best medicine. Everything will get better."

She moved slightly but continued to stare into the distance. With a slightly hoarse voice, she asked, "Can you take me to a bar? I feel like drinking."