The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 838

Yvonne couldn't believe that she was feeling a subtle attraction

toward another man other than Christopher.

“Look around you. Does this look like the women’s restroom to you?”

Drew smirked, his lips curling. “You're the one who should leave,

miss.”

Yvonne's face flushed even more at his remark, and she lowered her

gaze, ready to leave. But Drew suddenly grabbed her wrist, swiftly pulling her
back.

Yvonne collided with his sturdy chest once again, sending shivers down her
spine. Her heart raced even more.

Drew's deep gaze locked onto hers, a playful glint in his eyes.”

Leaving so soon? You haven't even thanked me.”

“T-Thank you.” Yvonne stammered, her breath becoming erratic.

Drew's warm breath brushed against her nose, softening her icy

stare. “Has anyone ever told you that you resemble someone?”

Yvonne's heart raced, trying hard to break free, but Drew held her

tightly.

“You must be mistaken. I don't resemble anyone. I am just me.”

She inexplicably felt timid and insecure, like an imposter. This face was Bella
Thompson's, the one Christopher cherished so deeply.

“Alright, then tell me, who are you?” Drew's, penetrating gaze shifted
“Yvo-.."

Before Yvonne could finish her sentence, her phone rang. She pulled it

out and saw the caller ID on the screen, and her face immediately

drained of color.

With all her might, she struggled to break free from Drew's embrace

and dashed out of the door in a daze.

Drew's eyebrows shot up in curiosity, and he followed after her.

Yvonne didn't dare to leave through the front door openly but hurriedly left
through the back door. As soon as she stepped out, a blinding spotlight hit her
face, forcing her to shield her eyes with her arm,

unable to open them.

At that moment, a bodyguard approached her.

“Ms. Smith, the boss is waiting for you. Please come with me.”

“Okay...”

At that moment, Yvonne was completely sober. With a tense

expression, she walked heavily toward the black luxury car, where

man she had longed for sat waiting.

But even with her beloved within arm's reach, she was in fear.

The car door opened, and Yvonne cautiously entered. As soon as the

door closed, Christopher's clear yet angry voice pierced the darkness.
“What did I tell you? I told you not to return to Savrow without my command.
Have you forgotten so quickly?”

“I-'m sorry, Mr. Iverson. Ah!”

The next moment, Yvonne felt her vision darken. A suffocating pain gripped her
throat, making it impossible to breathe. Christopher's

eyes gleamed with coldness as he lunged forward, grabbing Yvonne's

neck and pinning her forcefully against the seat.

“Sorry? Is that all you can say? Do you have any idea how much

trouble you have caused me with just one rash move?”