Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson) novel Chapter 617

Chapter 617 

“Sweetie, I’ve taken care of the matter you asked me to. The person is safe and sound.” 

In the car, Yvette received the message and felt a wave of relief wash over her. Her lips curved into a faint smile as she typed out a reply. 

“Got it. I’m on my way to Jeckton now.” 

The response came back quickly. “Great, I’ll come pick you up!” 

Wilson’s seductive, almond–shaped eyes narrowed into slits, the word “sweetie” stinging his 

vision. 

Yvette possessed a distant, reserved bearing. She showed little interest in anyone outside of her family and close friends. It was surprising, then, that she was so comfortable with this person. There was no sign of any aversion to the affectionate nickname on her part. 

Wilson gritted his teeth, pulling her into a tight embrace. His jealousy was almost overwhelming. 

“Sweetie? That’s such an intimate term.” 

Yvette lounged lazily in Wilson’s embrace, her focus entirely on replying to the message. Oblivious to his unusual behavior, she gave a curt hum in response. 

Wilson’s face turned even darker, his eyes flashing with a fierce light. He was determined to 

find out which scoundrel dared to speak to his woman that way. 

Half an hour later, the car arrived in Jeckton. 

Ellen Valentine had been waiting for a long time, eager to see Yvette the moment she arrived. 

Finally, the car door opened. Yvette gracefully stepped out, her long, straight legs extending. 

“Yvie!” As soon as Ashton saw Yvette, he bolted toward her as if she were his savior. But he was outpaced by the swifter Ellen. 

Ellen rushed toward Yvette, her face beaming with joy. She enveloped Yvette in a warm hug, showering her face with loving kisses. 

“Yvie, my sweetie. It’s been so long! I’ve missed you so much!” 

Wilson had been simmering with annoyance since hearing the affectionate term. The sight of Ellen kissing Yvette ignited a fiery rage within him. His narrow, almond–shaped eyes flashed with murderous intent. A suffocating bearing of menace radiated from his body. 

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Ashton exploded, his face red with rage. “Who gave you 

Chapte 

permission to kiss my sister?” 

“So what if I kissed her?” No sooner had she spoken than Ellen turned to pepper Yvette’s face with more kisses, a clear challenge. 

“You’re asking for it!”