Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife novel Chapter 35

"What can I possibly tell her?" Yvonne gave him a strange look.

She and Jacqueline weren't acquainted, and they hadn’t ever met each other either. What could she possibly talk to her about?

"You told her you are my wife." Henry walked to the bed with a gloomy expression.

Yvonne opened her mouth, "I..."

"It seems like you have remembered it," he interrupted her.

"Yes, I did say that." Yvonne bit her lip, "But I didn't make a mistake."

"You're right. But haven't I told you that you are not allowed to talk about our relationship?" Henry pressed his thin lips coldly.

Yvonne lowered her head with guilt and replied in a small voice, "Yes. But I didn't tell her my name, so she doesn't know who I am..."

"You should be thankful that she didn't know and didn't believe you. If something happened to Jackie, I won't forgive you!" Henry pulled off his necktie and went into the closet.

Yvonne sat on the bed with a pale face.

She couldn't understand it. She had only claimed that she was Henry’s wife. What could possibly happen to Jacqueline?

Henry even blamed her as soon as he came back.

Yvonne gathered up the quilt and leaned against the bed, feeling extremely upset.

Henry changed into a fresh set of clothes and came out of the closet. "Your medical result is out."

Yvonne stiffened but quickly recovered. "Is that so?"

"Aren't you going to ask me what the result is?" Henry raised his eyebrow at her.

The corner of Yvonne's lips twitched slightly, but she forced a smile. "It doesn't matter."

"What do you mean?"

Yvonne lowered her gaze and didn't answer.

To her, it didn't matter what the result was.

Henry wasn't going to give up her bone marrow. He was definitely going to make her the donor anyway.

Seeing that Yvonne didn't speak, Henry walked to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of red wine. He opened it and told her the result anyway. "You won't suffer from any long-term side effects."

"Really?" Yvonne straightened her back.

"Yeah." Henry took a seat on the sofa across from the bed and nodded.

Yvonne smiled.

Although she knew that she couldn't escape from being made the donor, she was still relieved to hear this result.

"So what is your answer?" Henry swirled the wine glass and stared into her eyes.

Yvonne clenched her hands nervously. "I already have the answer, but Henry I still have a question for you. Answer me first, and I will tell you my answer."

"A question?"

"Yes."

Henry hesitated for a moment before replying. "Ask away."

Yvonne took a deep breath. "My question is, what would you do if I tell you that I'm not willing to donate my bone marrow?"

"So your answer is that you’re not willing?" Henry narrowed his eyes.

Yvonne looked at him, "Answer me first.”

Henry thumbed the wine glass in his hands as the emotions in his eyes grew unpredictable. "I'll have to d o it by force!” He spat the words out slowly.

Yvonne was instantly heartbroken. She closed her eyes bitterly and said, "As I expected..."

Even if she had guessed his answer long ago, she still couldn't accept it when she heard it with her own ears.

"You really care about that Miss Jacqueline Conrad." Yvonne bit her lip until it was nearly bleeding.