Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 66 Traveling Overseas

Yvonne thought that she had spoken too softly and he did not hear it clearly, so she repeated what she said.

At that, Henry's jaws were clamped together in a menacing look.

Give her place up? How dare she!

"Yvonne Frey, do you despise the identity of being Mrs. Lancaster so much?" Henry's voice was ice cold.

Yvonne looked down. "It's not whether I despise it or not. It's if you want to let me be one. Didn't you say it just now? You want to make up with Miss Conrad. I have to stay down, don't I? Otherwise, are you going to keep Miss Conrad as an illegitimate partner?"

Laughing from his anger, Henry snorted, "You have some sense of self-awareness huh."

"I always do," Yvonne said biting her lips, "It's because I do that I've always been rational. I'm not the type to hound and pester you. If you really want to be with Miss Conrad, tell me directly. I’ll get a divorce."

She loved him, but she also knew that a forced relationship would not turn out happy.

They were still husband and wife now. If he did not ask for a divorce, she would not mention it at all. However, once he did, she was willing to sign the papers. Instead of forcing it, Yvonne would rather let i t go and let him seek his happiness.

"Divorce?" Henry was frosty with how his lips were pressed together firmly. "Don't you even think about i t!"

"You're not?" Yvonne was stunned. "Then Miss ConradNôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

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"I was just testing you, but I didn't expect you to agree so easily!" Henry wore a sneering smirk.

What did this woman marry him for? If it was for Lancaster’s wealth, she never asked him for a penny throughout these three years. If it was for him, then why was she was eager in letting him go?

Did she ever care about him? Was he an object that could be given away?!

Yvonne’s mouth was slightly agape when she broke out of her trance. "Test? So you're not asking for a divorce? You're not reconciling with Miss Conrad?"

"Why? Are you sorely disappointed?"

Yvonne shook her head quickly, suppressing the delight and excitement in her, and replied with a shaky voice, "No, no, I'm just very shocked..."

"Hah, no matter how shocked you are, remember this. The Lancasters don’t do divorces!" Henry warned.

Yvonne was even more surprised. "Why haven’t I heard of this?"

Henry’s gaze was evasive. "You haven't heard a lot

about the Lancasters.”

"That’s true too.” Yvonne nodded.

After she married into the Lancasters, she had never quite stayed in the main estate. There were a lot of things that she truly had never learned about. For example, no divorces sounded bewildering, but it was good news to her.

This meant that no matter how much Henry loved Jacqueline, he would not be divorcing her. It seemed that her previous worry was uncalled for. Thinking about it, Yvonne was thoroughly relieved and her high strung nerves finally loosened up.

Henry glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes before moving back to his own office. 1

Once his door was closed, he looked like he had swallowed a frog. He did not know why he said something like "Lancasters don't do divorces." The Lancasters did not even have this rule, but once he heard Yvonne Frey mention divorce, he was inexplicably vexed and angered, and thus he blurted it out. It was not like he regretted it. Why?

Henry could not understand himself but he gave up. H e was not one to crack his head over something he could not figure out, so he suppressed the confusion to the bottom of his heart and got back to his desk to continue working.

Work kept him busy until the sun set. Henry put down his pen and rubbed the place between his brows that

was throbbing.

"Mr. Lancaster." Joe came in with a knock.

Henry put down his book. "What is it?"

"Miss Frey's visa has been approved." Joe passed him a brownish-red document.

Henry took it and flipped through it. “So fast?"

"Pulled some strings. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be in time for the team building trip," Joe explained.

Henry closed the document. "Why didn't you send it to her directly?"

"I went to Miss Frey’s office but she's gone back, so I can only ask you to bring it back to her, Mr.

Lancaster," Joe replied with a smile.

Henry glanced at him coldly but he did not say anything when he slipped the visa into his workbag.

Knowing that his task was accomplished, Joe asked t o leave.

Henry obliged, not retaining him, when there was a buzz from his phone on the table.

Wearing his jacket, Henry picked up the phone." Hello?"

"Henry." Jacqueline's tender voice waltzed from the speaker.

Henry hummed. "What's the matter?" "Nothing. Just asking if you're coming over tonight?"

Jacqueline asked in anticipation.

Right when Henry was going to answer, he was suddenly reminded of Yvonne asking him to be fairer. He had actually considered her words in seriousness during this period of time. Perhaps she was right. Since he was not planning to reconcile with Jacqueline, he should not be acting so intimately with her.

With that thought in mind, Henry swallowed what he was about to say and changed his answer. His tone seemed to be more aloof as well. "I'm occupied tonight, I won’t be going."

"What's up?" Jacqueline was slightly disappointed.

Henry’s fingers rapped the table lightly. "A little issue a t headquarters. Someone’s targeting the company. I'm still managing it.”

"Who dares set their target on the Lancasters?" Jacqueline gasped.

A sense of viciousness trickled in Henry’s dark eyes. "I don’t know for now. It’s still under investigation."

The culprit was good at hiding, leaving after creating the trouble. They could not get their hands on the person at all.

"Ah, I see. Alright then, come over tomorrow, I have a surprise for you,” Jacqueline said mysteriously.

Henry raised a brow. "What surprise?" "Not telling you. You'll know when you come tomorrow. I'm hanging up, Henry. Shane's here. Bye!" Jacqueline said speedily and hung up.

Stuffing his phone into the suit jacket's pocket, Henry picked up his workbag and left the office to go home t o the villa.

Yvonne was laughing sitting in the living room and watching television, startled when she espied his return.

"Henry, why are you back?" 2

"This is my house. Why do you think I'm back?" Henry put down his workbag and tossed her the visa.

Yvonne caught it in a frenzy. "What is this? Visa?"

Without replying to her, Henry headed upstairs.

Yvonne was not bothered. She carefully held the visa a s the widest grin split her face open.

It was her visa! Her first-ever visa! She was finally traveling overseas!

Yvonne was ecstatic like a child. When Sue came out from the kitchen and saw her glee, she could not help asking about it. Yvonne quickly showed her the visa t 0 flaunt that she could finally step out of this country.

“Congratulations, madam,” said Sue.

"Thank you, Sue," Yvonne answered with a dazed chuckle.

It was the same expression that Henry saw when he came down after changing into loungewear.

Somehow, he found it less dumb now although he had been disdainful about her silly look previously.

"Yvonne Frey,” he called out.

With her self-celebratory time interrupted, Yvonne looked up toward the staircase. "What is it?"