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.

The more Scarlett thought about it, the angrier she became, until she felt a visceral urge to burn Orchard Villa to the ground.

"Your mother stood outside the delivery room spewing the most vile, inhumane garbage I've ever heard, and now you have the nerve to come up with a name like that just to humiliate me! Yardley, from this moment on, you don't even deserve to look at her! She does not have a father as heartless and twisted as you!"

Yardley's eyes darkened menacingly. "That is not happening. She is my daughter too, and you have no right to keep me from seeing her."

"If you hate Felicity, then we'll use the backup name, Felicia Flynn. But let me make this perfectly clear, Scarlett: she will carry the Flynn last name, and she will be legally registered under my household."

"I'm not discussing this with you. That is an order."

His temper flaring, Yardley abruptly crowded her, trapping her against the edge of the bed.

His massive, imposing frame carried a suffocating dominance, pressing down on her like a collapsing mountain.

Scarlett instinctively leaned back, losing her balance and tumbling awkwardly onto the soft mattress.

Yardley didn't give her a fraction of a second to recover. He brutally forced his knee between her legs, leaning over her and pinning her slender wrists to the mattress with pinpoint precision. His heavy, musky scent instantly enveloped her...