Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson) novel Chapter 138

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“Alright.” Wilson replied calmly. He then wiped his hand with a handkerchief before reaching out to take Yvette’s hand. 

His deep, magnetic voice returned to its usual gentle and indulgent tone when talking to Yvette. 

“Let’s go,” he said, and Yvette let him hold her hand as he led her along. 

Observing how obedient Yvette was, Wilson couldn’t resist teasing her a bit. He leaned closer to Yvette with a mischievous smile and asked, ” Why didn’t you compliment me?” 

Caught off guard by how close Wilson was, Yvette’s heart skipped a beat. But she quickly composed herself and offered a superficial response. Impressive.” 

Wilson chuckled softly. He pulled Yvette into his arms while his captivating eyes were locked on hers. His demeanor was alluring and seductive. 

“Am I more impressive than your fiance?” he asked. 

Chapter Yvette was dumbfounded. She didn’t expect Wilson to ask her such a question. 

“Are you not going to answer?” Wilson’s gaze became more intense as his jealousy surfaced. He continued, “Do you really like your fiancé that much?” 

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Seeing how worked up Wilson was getting, Yvette blinked shyly and replied, “He’s alright.” 

She didn’t like him “that” much…. 

Yvette’s words seemed to chill the air around them. The atmosphere became suffocating and oppressive. 

Upon hearing her response, Wilson’s eyes darkened. He couldn’t contain the rage and jealousy surging within him. He narrowed his eyes, exuding a terrifying air. 

Yvette had never expressed her feelings to him, yet she admitted to liking that stupid fiancé of hers. 

Wilson gritted his teeth and warned, “Don’t you dare fall for him!” 

Yvette’s eyes flashed with mischief and pride as she lifted her chin to look at him. “Are you sure you don’t want me to fall for him?” 

“Of course.” Wilson’s voice was assertive, leaving no room for doubt. 

Yvette looked at him with a smirk. She said playfully, “Okay then, just don’t regret it later.” 

Huh? 

Wilson had been trying to suppress his overwhelming emotions, but a hint of confusion flashed through his eyes. 

What did Yvette mean? Why would he regret it? 

Before he could ask, Yvette had already stepped into the car, clearly not wanting to continue the conversation. 

With that, Wilson didn’t pursue further. He just took out the milk Yvette liked to drink, inserted the straw, and brought it to her.