Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson) novel Chapter 279

Chapter 279 

By the time they left the clinic, it was already getting late. Wilson took Yvette back to the manor. 

Still in pain, Yvette didn’t eat much during dinner. She dragged herself back to her room, looking pale and sickly. 

Wilson frowned at the sight of Yvette in this state, unable to hide the worry in his eyes. 

“Why don’t I help you massage it a little?” he suggested. His large, warm hands reached under the hem of her shirt, massaging her 

tummy gently. 

Her skin seemed to be set alight wherever he touched her. Yvette felt herself shudder, but she definitely did feel much better. 

Yvette nuzzled obediently into his arms. Before she knew it, she’d fallen asleep. 

When he saw her peaceful face softened in sleep, Wilson’s frown eased. Just as he was about to gently kiss her forehead, he was interrupted by the sudden ringing of a cell phone. 

Roused from her slumber, Yvette frowned and let out a low groan. But with a few gentle words, Wilson had lulled her back to sleep again. 

Noticing that the call had come from Liam, Wilson’s face fell. 

Calling Yvette this late? This man clearly had suspicious intentions with her. 

Wilson gritted his teeth. With a cold, sinister glint in his eye, he picked up the phone. 

“Hey there, Yvette…” 

As soon as he picked up, Liam’s clear, youthful voice came crooning 

from the other side. Wilson’s eyes narrowed slightly. His threatening air seeped across the line. Even on the other side, Liam could feel a strange chill. 

“My baby’s asleep,” Wilson interrupted him coldly. “If you have anything to say to her, you can wait till tomorrow.” 

As soon as Liam heard Wilson’s voice, his expression changed. “Why is Yvette’s phone with you?” he asked, his jaw hanging wide in shock. 

Wilson couldn’t be bothered to reply. As soon as he made his claim over what was his, he hung up decisively, blocking Liam’s number swiftly afterward. 

Wilson’s eyes darkened, looking even more terrifying than usual. If Liam still dared to desire his Yvette, he wouldn’t hesitate to use some brute force to drive him out of Jubilife City. 

“Mr. Quinn?” 

Hearing the tentative knocking at the door and the guard calling him reverently, Wilson leaned down to kiss Yvette’s forehead tenderly. Then, he made his way out of the room quietly. 

“Mr. Quinn, those men we caught today were tough nuts to crack. We tried every means of torture on them, but none of them loosened their mouths. Every last one of them just offed themselves with poison,” the guard reported, his head low with respect. 

Wilson’s demeanor grew even frostier at the news, sending chills down the guard’s spine. 

“Keep investigating.”