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!”
Wilson’s expression grew even more ferocious, his eyes locked on Ellen with deadly intensity. He moved with blinding speed, his attack aimed directly at her before she could dodge. Just as he was about to hurt her…
“Wilson.” Yvette frowned and called out softly.
Her voice was like a gentle breeze, but it was enough to stop Wilson in his tracks. He froze, his hand hovering in mid–air, his eyes still blazing with fury.
“Yvie, are you standing up for him?”
Wilson’s usually captivating, almond–shaped eyes had darkened into a menacing glare. The veins throbbing at his temples betrayed his inner turmoil. It was a rare sight to see him so unhinged.
Ellen, however, seemed to be enjoying the drama. She wrapped her arms around Yvette’s waist, her eyes locked on Wilson with a provocative glint.
“And why wouldn’t she? Who else would my sweetie stand
