Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson) novel Chapter 423

Chapter 423 

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Wilson’s keen insight allowed him to grasp Yara’s thoughts. His expression turned solemn. 

“Mrs. Murray, I know 

u’re thinking,” he said, his voice calm and collected. “The Quinns have been taking care of Victoria a ese years because the Olson family had helped my parents in the past. I swear on my life that I have never had any romantic feelings for her. I’m merely repaying a debt I owe.” 

Hearing those words, Yara’s face lit up. 

The more Yara looked at him, the more pleasing he became to her eyes. 

Her attitude toward him took a turn for the warmer. “Oh, I see. We misunderstood the situation.” 

Wilson smiled as he observed her softening stance. “So, Mrs. Murray, can you agree to our marriage now?” 

“Well…” 

Before Yara could respond, Irwin burst into the room, interrupting her. “Dear!” 

The moment Irwin saw Wilson, his face darkened. Irwin was clearly not fond of Wilson, nor was he all too happy to see him here. 

“What are you doing here?” & 

Wilson lowered his eyes slightly, appearing somewhat wronged. 

Sure enough, Yara snapped, “Watch your tone! Why are you being so harsh to Wilson?” 

After getting a tongue–lashing, Irwin couldn’t resist giving Wilson, who was standing nearby, a dirty look. 

What was this brat up to? Why did Yara’s attitude toward him change so quickly? 

“Mrs. Murray, it seems Mr. Murray doesn’t like me much,” Wilson said, his voice calm and respectful. Now that Mr. Murray is here, I’ll take my leave. I’ll visit again next time.” 

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What was this double–talk? Irwin’s eye twitched in annoyance, and he shot Wilson a more hostile glare. 

“Stop glaring!” Yara scolded, giving him a light smack. She then turned to Wilson with a warm smile. ” Alright Wilson, come visit next time, and I’ll cook something special for you myself!” 

After watching Wilson leave, Irwin grumbled, “Dear, you’ve never cooked for me before. Why would you cook for that brat Wilson?” 

Yara shot him a glare. “Can you even measure up to your son–in–law?” 

“Son–in–law?” Irwin’s eyes widened in shock. 

“But didn’t you say earlier that you would never agree to this marriage? And didn’t you complain that Wilson was too old for Yvie?” 

Yara feigned innocence. “Did I say that? I don’t remember that at all.” 

Irwin sighed in exasperation. “Dear, you can’t do that!” 

“Nope, not listening!” A smile crossed Yara’s face as a thought occurred to her. “Why not? Yvie is so beautiful, and Wilson is such a handsome man. Imagine how beautiful their children will be! As such, I’ve decided to agree to this marriage.” 

“I don’t approve!” The thought of marrying his precious daughter off to another man didn’t sit well with 

Irwin. 

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“Does your opinion matter?” Yara rolled her eyes. “I don’t approve of your disapproval!” 

Irwin was left sp essi 

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After Madison fell asleep, Yvette left the ward shortly after. 

She had Jacob take Nancy home earlier, so now she had to drive herself back. 

Yvette mounted her motorcycle, looking effortlessly cool that she drew gasps from the young girls passing by. 

With a roar, the cruiser motorcycle sped off. 

Yvette took a shortcut through a narrow road. After cruising for a while, she saw a car that was out of 

control and about to crash. 

Inside the car, two men fought to regain control of the wheel. One of them had a strong jawline and piercing eyes, sitting in the driver’s seat. 

He was swarmed by a group of five or six people in the car. Despite being outnumbered, the man was holding his own. But if this continued, he’d eventually run out of strength. 

The man was well aware of this but had no other options at the moment. 

Several cars were in hot pursuit but couldn’t overtake or stop the black car. 

If the black car didn’t stop soon, it would surely end in a fatal crash. 

Yvette’s eyes narrowed as she assessed the situation. She knew she had to act fast to prevent a disaster. 

Without hesitation, she gunned the engine and sped toward the out–of–control car. With a smooth motion, she executed a perfect drift, positioning her motorcycle in front of the car. 

Yvette jumped off just in time, seconds before the black car crashed into her bike. 

After the deafening collision, the black car was brought to an abrupt halt. 

Freed from the struggle for control of the steering wheel, the man inside easily subdued his attackers. 

Every move he made was swift, brutal, and precise–the result of specialized training. 

Yvette watched him with renewed interest, her eyes filled with curiosity.