He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 86

The moment she stepped inside Orchard Villa, a suffocating, chilling atmosphere washed over Scarlett.

She had zero desire to be there and instantly spun around to leave, but Yardley wrapped an arm firmly around her waist, completely neutralizing her struggle.

He carried her straight into the living room and dropped her onto the sofa, finally untying the pantyhose from her wrists.

As she landed, her unzipped handbag tipped over, and the brand-new red household registration booklet slid out onto the cushions.

Yardley's eyes locked onto the document. He snatched it up immediately. As he flipped it open, his expression darkened into something truly terrifying.

Seeing the name "Dawn Langley" made his heart hammer violently against his ribs. A fresh, explosive wave of aggression surged through his veins.

He held the booklet up, practically roaring at her. "Scarlett, how could you register our daughter's name without my permission?!"

He paced frantically around the living room, feeling like his head was about to split open.

He had spent days agonizing over the perfect name. He had flipped through dictionaries, run names through online algorithms, and even consulted high-end fortune tellers to ensure it was flawless.

He wanted his daughter to be seen as precious and adorable, which was why he had carefully selected the name Felicity.

He also believed a girl's name should be soft and delicate, avoiding the sharper, more independent-sounding names that Scarlett favored. He didn't want his daughter growing up with a stubborn, unyielding personality that would be difficult to manage.

After agonizing between Felicity and Felicia, he had finally settled on Felicity upon a fortune teller's recommendation.

It evoked a sense of profound endearment and preciousness.

He wanted his daughter to grow up sweet, gentle, and universally adored, like a precious, innocent little bunny... not a prickly hedgehog armed with sharp quills.

But now, Scarlett had completely bypassed him and officially registered her on her own.

Staring at the name "Dawn Langley", Yardley felt a throbbing pain in his temples, the rage burning relentlessly in his chest.

The name sounded entirely too modern and fierce, just like Scarlett and her mother Jacqueline. It lacked any sense of traditional feminine grace, and worst of all—she didn't even have his last name!

Scarlett watched his meltdown with a cold, mocking smile. "Are you surprised? I told you weeks ago I needed to get her registered."

"You just kept dragging your feet! My daughter is almost two months old, and you haven't lifted a finger. Yardley, do you even care about her?"

"Of course I care! I've spent days obsessing over her name! I even paid a fortune to have an expert select it for her!" Yardley shot back, aggressively thumping his chest with self-righteous indignation.

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