Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson)

Chapter 603

Martha shot Wilson a disdainful glare, her annoyance palpable.

In contrast, Victoria immediately stood up, her face brightening with a sweet smile as she called out, "Wilson!" Wilson nodded casually in response, his gaze fixed on Yvette since entering the room, ignoring Victoria completely. Victoria's expression darkened, but she kept her composure and settled back onto the couch obediently. Martha continued to fret over Yvette. "You can't even feed your wife properly. How useless can you be?" Wilson clenched his jaw with a look of helplessness as he silently accepted the blame. "It's not his fault, Grandma," Yvette chimed in. After all, she always had a fast metabolism. "Oh, look at you defending him!" Martha teased before gently patting Yvette's slim waist. "This won't do. You're too thin, so I need to have the kitchen prepare more dishes." Before Yvette could protest, Martha hurried off toward the kitchen.

"Baby, you've gotten me scolded by Grandma. How will you make it up to me?"

As soon as Martha left, Yvette found herself pulled into Wilson's embrace. His warm breath brushed against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. Victoria had gone upstairs and was now being led to a guest room by a servant, leaving only the two of them in the living room.

"Stop it!" Yvette said, her ears flushing slightly as she tried to push him away. "Be serious!"

"But don't you like it when I'm playful?" he teased.

Wilson wrapped his arm around Yvette's slender waist, letting out a low, husky laugh that was both lazy and teasing. His voice was smooth and alluring. Yvette felt her ears heat up even more as she pressed her lips together, trying to ignore him to avoid fueling his playful teasing.

Wilson's gaze on her grew increasingly intense, his fingers lightly tracing her waist as he leaned closer, closing the distance between them "Don't kiss me!" Yvette quickly shook her head in refusal. "It'll leave marks!"

She certainly didn't want to face Martha's teasing again.

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Knowing how shy Wette could be, Wilson suppressed his excitement and murmured in a low tone, "Then promise me you'll stay with me tonight."

He hadn't slept well these past few days without her by his side.

Yvette hesitated. "But I promised lan I'd let him pick me up tonight-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Wilson buried his face in her neck, his deep, magnetic voice dripping with temptation, sending shivers down her spine. "Yvie, stay and keep me company."