Chapter 10
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Reid had just left a little while ago. If Steven had gotten back ten minutes earlier, he might have caught Reid and Yvonne in bed.
Yvonne was tidying up the trash can in the room. Hearing a noise, she initially thought Reid had forgotten something and had come back. But when Steven’s smiling face showed up behind the bouquet, she paused slightly and quietly tied the garbage bag.
“Honey, these flowers were hard to get. I looked everywhere for them. Do you like them?” Steven asked.
Yvonne glanced at the bouquet and walked past him with the trash in hand.
Steven quickly put the flowers on the table, hurried forward, and grabbed the garbage bag. “Honey, you go put the flowers in a vase. I’ll take out the trash,” he said.
Yvonne was caught off guard and didn’t have time to say anything before Steven rushed out with the trash bag. She stood by the window, watching him.
As he walked, Steven weighed the garbage bag, realizing something was off. It felt too light, almost empty. He stopped and looked down at the bag curiously.
Yvonne felt a bit mischievous, secretly hoping he’d open it and take a look.
But Steven wasn’t the type to go through the trash. After a moment, he walked to the dumpster, threw the bag in, and left.
Yvonne looked away and went to the kitchen to start making lunch. She was a bit preoccupied, wondering if Reid had worn that thing the last time.
“Honey, make one for me too. I haven’t eaten either,” Steven called out as he came in.
Yvonne snapped back to reality, suddenly remembering how Steven was hugging Sharon in the kitchen the other day. She looked at the egg cooker in her hand and lost interest. She tossed the pan aside, deciding to eat out.
Steven noticed her indifferent look, thinking he had been speaking nicely to her, but she still seemed so cold, which made him
a bit
upset.
“Yvonne, what’s the matter? Didn’t you hear me talking to you?” Steven’s voice got a little louder.
Yvonne looked up with a mocking smile. “Are you sure you want to hear what I have to say?”
Steven’s eyes brightened, and he suddenly smiled as he got closer and reached for her hand. “Come on, don’t be stubborn. If you don’t cook, we can go out to eat.
want to
“I know I’ve been ignoring you lately. I’ll have my assistant make a reservation. After lunch, let’s catch a movie. I’m not going anywhere tonight. I’ll stay with you, okay?”
Yvonne pulled her hand back and gave a smile as she reached out to fix his tie.
Steven thought he had finally convinced her, and he couldn’t help but smile, leaning his head slightly toward her neck.
“Honey–uh, let go,” he started to say, but before he could finish, Yvonne grabbed both sides of his tie and suddenly yanked it tight around his neck. Her smile remained, but there was a hint of harshness in it. “Steven, before you say that, would you kindly cover up the hickey on your neck?” Steven’s face turned bright red in an instant, and anger surged through him like a tidal wave. Without thinking, he forcefully shoved Yvonne aside. The push was out of pure anger, and as soon as Steven saw Yvonne hit the corner of the table with her lower back, he froze. His anger quickly turned into panic.
Yvonne winced in pain, holding her back with one hand, her face turning a bit pale.
“Honey, are you okay?” Steven rushed over to check on her.
But at that moment, all of Yvonne’s anger suddenly erupted. She grabbed a glass bottle nearby, lifted it high, and smashed it hard over Steven’s head.
The vase shattered on Steven’s head, and blood immediately started flowing down his forehead. The bright red liquid ran down his face, blurring his vision. Steven’s eyes widened in disbelief.
