Restoring a Life After Seven Years of Wrong Love novel Chapter 138

Jabez's brow furrowed, his dark eyes locking onto Yvette's smug face.

"Yvette."

His deep voice carried a hint of clear irritation. Yvette shot him a cold glare.

"Did you have something to say, Mr. Shelby?"

He didn't reply. Instead, he grabbed her and dragged her out of the room. Yvette struggled, but his grip was like iron.

She couldn't break free, and the tight hold on her wrist stung.

"Jabez, you're hurting me."

Once they reached the living room, he released her. "If you piss me off, I can march right down to the Civil Affairs Bureau and cancel that divorce application."

The threat hit Yvette like a physical blow, making her head spin.

Her nails dug so deeply into her palms that when she opened them, crescent-shaped indentations remained.

She took a deep breath, fighting down the surging fury in her chest.

Now was not the time to push him too far.

Endure.

"Fine, I'll cook," Yvette gritted out through clenched teeth.

Jabez headed back to the dining room. Yvette followed in silence and went straight into the kitchen.

Seeing this, Wynne smiled triumphantly.

Jabez smirked.

No matter how hard she rebelled, it only took one word from him to make her obey like a good little wife.

In the kitchen, Yvette was soon sweating profusely.

The heavy smell of grease and smoke made her nauseous, but remembering the man's threat, she forced the sickness down with a sip of water.

It wasn't until nine-thirty that she finally finished the meal.

The maids carried the dishes to the dining table.

Yvette didn't join them. She simply grabbed her purse and headed straight for the front door.

Just as she opened it, a hand clamped down on her wrist.

She looked up at his sharply defined features and said coldly, "Let go of me."

"Mother's birthday isn't over yet."

"Not my fucking problem."

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