Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson) novel Chapter 404

Chapter 404 

After soothing Madison to sleep in the hospital, Yvette quietly left the room. She noticed a cold, distinguished figure standing by the balcony just then, is expression unreadable.. 

The man held a cigarette between his slender, well–defined fingers. The smoke curled around him, creating an air of palpable tension. 

Yvette frowned and pursed her lips. He had quit smoking because she disliked the smell–so why was he smoking now? 

“No smoking,” she said firmly as she approached him. She then took the cigarette from his hand and tossed it into the trash. 

Standing nearby, Samuel couldn’t help but silently applaud Yvette. Only she had the nerve to treat Wilson this way. 

“Are you upset?” Yvette asked with a hint of confusion. She couldn’t fathom why he seemed so angry. 

Wilson hummed as he nodded. He had seen the security footage–how she had stepped into the boxing ring alone, narrowly avoiding the dagger attack. The memory stirred a violent, uncontrollable rage within him. 

“I’ve told you before, you can come to me for anything. But Yvie, you never do.” 

If Wilson hadn’t noticed something was off and investigated it himself, Yvette wouldn’t have mentioned a thing to him. 

Wilson was right. Yvette wouldn’t have told him if he hadn’t figured it out himself. To her, it wasn’t a big deal; she could handle the matter on her own. 

“You’re upset over this?” Yvette asked indifferently. 

Wilson nearly lost his composure at her nonchalant attitude. He clenched his jaw, then gently tapped her forehead with his long, elegant fingers. 

“Do you have any idea how worried I was when I couldn’t reach you?” 

Yvette suddenly recalled she had left her phone in the car during her rush to the underground boxing ring. 

Wilson pulled her close. “Baby, I want you to rely on me a little more.” 

His deep, magnetic voice brushed against her ear as he coaxed. He didn’t want to be kept outside the walls she had built around her heart. He wanted to be let in. 

Yvette’s long lashes fluttered as she listened to his words. A warm feeling spread through her. She was so used to handling everything on her own that she instinctively rushed ahead whenever something happened. 

“My fiancée, you are so delicate. It would break my heart if you got hurt,” Wilson purred. 

Samuel’s eyes widened in shock, completely baffled by what he was hearing. 

What was the prideful Wilson Quinn talking about? How could Yvette be delicate? She could knock out the ruthless underground boxing champion with a single punch and force Richard to his knees.