Chapter 46 Owen Is in Yvette’s Nightmare
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I was suddenly jolted awake. My hand hurt from her tight grip. I felt like it might snap.
“Yvette, what are you doing?” I was about to raise my hand to retaliate.
In that instant, Yvette’s eyes shot open, her forehead covered in tiny beads of sweat. She stared straight at me. For the first time, I saw a trace of panic on her usually impassive face.
The harsh words that were on the tip of my tongue froze. Instead, I asked with concern, “Are you alright? What happened?”
Yvette stared at me, her pretty face briefly clouded with confusion. She then let go of my hand, pressing gently on her chest.
Seeing the pain on her face, I asked, “Is your heart bothering you? I’ve never heard of you having a condition like this before.”
I felt a pang of worry. In my previous life, she’d never had any heart condition. Why was she suddenly like this now?
Before I could think further, Yvette grabbed my wrist, her face turning even paler.
My heart skipped a beat. “Yvette, you need to hold on! Nothing could happen to you!”
This shouldn’t be happening now. But given the situation, I couldn’t be sure.
We hadn’t even finalized the divorce yet. My seven–figure settlement was still on the line–she couldn’t just die now.
I quickly knocked on the back of the driver’s seat. “Samson, turn around! Head to the hospital!”
But Yvette stubbornly held onto my hand, her voice weak yet firm. “No, take me to the Jenning residence.”
“You’re in no condition to be so stubborn! To the hospital, now!” I was getting anxious.
“To the Jenning residence,” she repeated.
“Are you sure?” I frowned, looking at her.
“Your health is more important than anything. Don’t push yourself. No amount of money can buy your health.”
Her gaze was sharp as a blade. “You seem awfully eager for something to happen to me.”
I waved my hand quickly.
“You’ve misunderstood. Our grudges aren’t that deep. Besides, you still owe me money–I’d never wish you ill. At worst, I’d hope for something minor, like infertility. Save us both some trouble.”
Yvette let out a laugh, clearly exasperated by me. “Your way of cursing people is quite unique. But you do know that you’re cursing yourself, right? Owen, you’re just silly.” Seeing her still retort with humor made me breathe a sigh of relief. At least she wasn’t in too bad of a shape.
“I’m just being considerate–how does that count as a curse? Besides, we’re getting divorced soon. Whether you have kids or not isn’t my concern anymore,” I muttered under my breath. Yvette rolled her eyes, but I didn’t take it to heart.
“Did you have a nightmare? What could have scared you so much?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.
After all, we had shared a bed for so long in my previous life, and I had never seen her this disturbed by a dream before.
Yvette’s face darkened, her lips pressing into a thin line. After a long pause, she murmured softly, “Yes“.
“What was so scary about the dream?” I asked curiously.
She was taken aback for a moment. Her gaze turned deep and unreadable as she studied me.
She then leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes tightly, as if trying to recall the lingering terror of the dream.
“Someone passed away… And it felt so real, like I was living through it.”
When I heard that, something in my chest tightened. I remembered her mumbling something about someone passing away. This person seemed to mean a lot to her. I couldn’t help but think of my mom. When she passed, I didn’t cry.
with no
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d give her a good life.
I could make money, she wasn’t there to enjoy it.
But as time passed, the feeling of loss only grew stronger. Losing someone was a long, cruel process I remembered telling my mom back in middle school that when I grew up, I’d make enough money to take care of her She would always laugh and pat my head, saying I was a good kid and that one day I’d have to look after her. Now When my mom was alive, she worried I was too young to take care of myself, always afraid I’d be taken advantage Just recently, I had stepped in for her, scolding those scoundrels, I wanted to tell her so badly that I had Now, understanding her feelings, I couldn’t bring myself to argue with her. Instead, I softly comforted her, “Dreams are often the opposite of reality. The person you dreamed about will surely live a long, healthy life.” Yvette’s eyelids fluttered slightly, but she didn’t fully open her eyes. She just hummed softly, her expression still complex and unreadable.
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I could protect myself now. But she would never hear that.
It was then I noticed she hadn’t let go of my hand. When I tried to pull it back, she tightened her grip. Seeing the lingering fear in b
Well, she did help me today, so I let her hold on.
We were going to visit Alex, and I couldn’t go empty–handed.
eyes, I sighed.
As the car entered the city, I spotted a pizza store and quickly called out to Samson, “Stop here for a moment, Samson. I need to grab something.” Yvette opened her eyes and glanced at me. “What are you getting?”
“Pizza. Alex loves it,” I replied.
As soon as I finished speaking, I saw her look of disbelief.
Her lips curled into a faint smile as she said, “You’re really going all out just to please me,”
Her words made my face darken instantly. “Don’t flatter yourself. This is for Alex, not you.”
In my previous life, I’d done plenty of foolish things just to win favor with Yvette’s family. Her mom, her brother–I’d done everything to please them.
But with Alex, I had always been sincere. He was truly a kind man and treated me so well. His care had always touched me deeply.
Even if I ended up divorcing Yvette, I didn’t want to lose such a good grandfather,
Still, no matter how thoughtful a grandson–in–law might be, I couldn’t replace a granddaughter.
Chapter 46 Owen Is in Yvette’s Nightmare
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In my previous life, Alex had often shared stories of Yvette’s childhood with me. It was clear how much he wished she’d visit him more often.
Now that we were getting divorced, I couldn’t help but say to her, “You should visit Alex more often. He’s home alone a lot and probably lonely,”
Yvette turned to me, her gaze deep and contemplative. Yet, she remained silent.
Just then, the car stopped. I quickly pulled my hand away and got out to buy the pizza. Samson offered to take my place in the queue, but I declined. I was the only one who knew which favor Alex liked best.
After I came back with the pizza, I noticed Yvette was looking at me strangely. Confused, I glanced back at her but decided not to dwell on it.
“Let’s go, Samson,” I urged.
We arrived at the Jenning residence shortly after. As we got out of the car, Samson carried the food while Yvette suddenly grabbed my hand again. I was surprised and a little awkward.
“What’s this about? Why are you holding my hand again?”
This wasn’t like her, unless…
She replied flatly, “To avoid a lecture.”
I was momentarily speechless. She wasn’t wrong.
Alex did care a lot about Yvette’s attitude toward me. By holding my hand like this, he would surely be happy to see us getting along.
Yvette naturally intertwined her fingers with mine, her movements smooth as if she’d done it countless times before. It felt almost too intimate.
She didn’t forget to remind me, “When you speak to Grandpa, be careful. Say what needs to be said, and don’t say what shouldn’t be said. If you do, the consequences are on you.”
I gave her a forced smile. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing. No need to remind me.”
Although we hadn’t officially divorced yet, I wouldn’t cause trouble in front of Alex. But I knew deep down that the divorce was coming soon.
While I was buying the pizza earlier, I suddenly remembered that Yvette would be going abroad the day after tomorrow. She’d be gone for half a month.
From the memories of my previous life, I knew that this trip would mark the beginning of her painful relationship with Randall.
It seemed that she was finally going to face her own feelings…
