Chasing After My Beloved Wife novel Chapter 30

Joye had been sitting in the Jeep for several hours. Ever since she left the amusement park and was helped into the car, she never shed another tear. She just quietly looked out of the window like a frozen statue. Her eyes were motionless. Her forlorn figure was heartbreakingly sad.

Yvon sat next to her. His heart ached for her but he couldn't give her any comfort. Sometimes, the quieter you are, the more pain your heart would feel. When you experienced extreme hurt, the last thing you’d want to hear was words of consolation.

Before it was dark, a large number of people came out of the amusement park. Yvon rolled down the window and looked up at the sky. Only then, he noticed that the sky had changed. The originally good weather suddenly turned gray. It looked like it was about to be a spring shower.

The cold wind suddenly blew in. Joye shivered and blinked her eyes, coming out of her stupor. "I’m sorry, you can send me back now."

She was in so much pain that she had forgotten that there was another person beside her.

"Joye, if you want to drink, I can take you to the bar."

Yvon quickly closed the window, but she shook her head and refused. "No, I want to go back to my apartment."

She didn't want to be drunk because of someone else's man or the father of someone else's child.

"Okay, I'll send you back."

Yvon sat in the driver's seat and turned on the heater to dispel the cold wind that had just entered.

Twenty minutes later, the Jeep stopped at Joye's apartment. Yvon got out of the car and opened the door for her. Joye got out of the car with a pale face.

Beep! Beep!

The shrill sound of the car honk made her face turn even paler. She turned and saw the familiar Rolls-Royce and Shawn’s gloomy eyes not far away.

He was smirking with a smile in his eyes as if he was mocking her embarrassment.

The car door opened, and Joye stepped out of the car with her slender legs. Only then did she realize that his smiling face was actually full of danger.

Yvon stepped forward and protected Joye behind him. "Shawn, don't hurt her anymore."

"Ha!"

Shawn snorted coldly and looked past Yvon to look at the pale woman hiding behind.

"She is my wife. What position are you in, to say that to her husband?"

Yvon kept quiet

Then he frowned. "A husband who hurts his wife doesn't deserve her at all."

"Then are you worthy of her? Don't you feel dirty when you use the woman I used?"

Hearing this, Joye clenched her fists. Her nails dug into her flesh, but she didn't feel the physical pain.

Yvon grabbed Shawn’s collar and his gentle expression turned into anger. "Shawn, watch what you say!"

"We are family. You should understand how I am. I, Shawn, will destroy the things I don't want, I will never leave it for others."

Shawn tilted his head and raised the corners of his devilish eyes. He suddenly swung his fist and didn't give Yvon any time to react before it landed on his face.

Thud!

Yvon felt a chill in his eyes, the cold was as sharp as a knife. He talked like a soldier going into battle against the enemy. "Then I will also protect the woman I like."

The atmosphere felt as if a war was about to break out. Then, Joye came out from behind Yvon and pulled his arm away.

"Enough! Yvon, can you go back first? I want to solve my problems with him. Alone."

"Joye…"

Joye looked into Yvon’s concerned eyes. Although her voice was very soft, she was particularly persistent. "Just go, please?”