Chapter 8 Watching the Fun

Yvette handed a box of egg tarts to Sylvia and said softly, "I appreciate the effort, but I really don't have any feelings for Victor."

"Alright, alright, if you're not into him, I'll find someone else for you. But guess why Violet decided to confess to Albert at the base today?"

Sylvia, munching on an egg tart, leaned in and said mysteriously, "She heard that Albert has a secret lover at the base because he often doesn't answer her calls. Like, ten times a month, she can't find him at night. So, she thinks Albert's got someone else! It's such a crazy drama. I kind of figured that too. Sometimes Albert looks so content, like a guy who's been satisfied, not like someone who's been single for two years."

She continued, "You know how single guys are... Yvette, who do you think at the base could be hooking up with Albert? Honestly, it doesn't matter if there's a secret lover or not. The point is, it's Albert! His cold, handsome face and tall figure are enough to make my heart race! Yvette, what are you daydreaming about? Do you think Violet's bold confession will make Albert's secret girlfriend show up?"

Yvette avoided Sylvia's eyes, her gaze flickering. "Probably... not?"

But inside, her heart was racing like crazy.

The two hurried to the airstrip, where a crowd had already gathered, whispering and waiting for a grand show.

Unexpectedly, Albert approached from the other side, his posture straight and steps strong, but his face showed clear displeasure.

Sylvia immediately gave Albert a knowing look, her excitement for the drama evident, as if anticipating a spectacular show.

Albert, with a dark expression, took large strides and grabbed Violet, who was arranging flowers on the ground, pulling her up with a mix of anger and frustration. "Can you stop doing such pointless things?"

Violet's face turned pale as she looked around at the crowd. She didn't say a word, forcefully shook off Albert's hand, and dragged him aside.

The crowd wanted to eavesdrop, but the open airstrip offered no hiding places, and they couldn't just stand there openly listening.

Many, disappointed at missing the drama, left reluctantly, muttering their regrets.

Only Yvette and Sylvia lingered, walking slowly at the back.

Yvette couldn't hear what they were saying and didn't dare to look directly, so she and Sylvia pretended to chat about gossip while sneaking glances at the arguing pair.

Violet's emotions grew more intense, and suddenly she slapped Albert hard. The crisp sound echoed across the airstrip.

Then she turned and left quickly, her coat flapping in the wind, making a sound like a breaking heart.

Albert put on his sunglasses, his lips tightly shut, ignoring the onlookers as he left without a word.

The slap echoed loudly, and the crowd, initially there for the show, now feared being seen by Albert. They quickly lowered their heads and scattered, creating an awkward scene.

Yvette felt a strange satisfaction seeing the two fall out, but also felt like a petty thief, enjoying someone else's misery.

Sylvia had to work in the afternoon, so she left in a hurry after saying goodbye to Yvette.

Yvette wandered around the airline base alone, eventually finding herself in front of the building where Albert worked. She looked up at the building, the sunlight reflecting off the glass, blinding her.

She wanted to ask him if they could have dinner together to celebrate. After all, today felt like their wedding night.

She waited quietly as time passed, the sun setting, until the lights in the building went out...

When everyone had left, Albert walked by Yvette with steady steps, his face expressionless. He paused slightly, his voice low and tinged with annoyance, "Haven't had enough of the show? Came here just to block me?"

Yvette's heart tightened at his words, feeling exposed and embarrassed.

She bit her lip, her usually vibrant lips turning pale with tension, and chose to stay silent, following Albert closely.

Yvette realized that whenever Albert was around, she could only manage to say "yes," "okay," and "sure."

Just like the first time she spoke to Albert, he asked, "What? Want to come with me?"

Like a fool, she followed him in the middle of the night after getting drunk.

Everyone knew what might happen next, but Yvette didn't hesitate.

Albert liked this about Yvette—her obedience.

Soon, they arrived at a hotel Albert often booked.

As usual, once inside, there were no sweet words or romantic preludes.

Albert turned abruptly, his hands like clamps, pinning Yvette's hands above her head against the door.

His eyes burned with desire, his hands eagerly exploring her body.

Yvette was startled by the sudden move, instinctively struggling but finding herself powerless under Albert's strong grip.

Then she remembered the baby inside her, and whispered, "Albert, be gentle, careful of the baby."

This sentence was like a spell, freezing Albert's movements. His body stiffened as if doused with cold water, his desire instantly dampened.

He slowly pulled away, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes. He stared intently at Yvette, his tense muscles relaxing.

Seeing Albert's face darken, Yvette cursed herself for ruining the moment.

She knew how Albert felt and wanted to make up for it.

So she reached up, wrapped her arms around Albert's neck, and stood on tiptoe to try to kiss him.

But at 5'3", Yvette struggled to reach the 6'3" Albert, her efforts looking strained.

Her lips landed on Albert's Adam's apple, lightly brushing it, feeling it move as he swallowed.

Yvette's actions instantly pleased Albert.