After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen

Chapter 106 Yvette's Distress

Chapter 106 Yvette's Distress

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Yvette gasped, startled as she instinctively took a step back. Her eyes darted to the mirror, and she saw Max standing behind her.

"Why did you follow me?" she demanded, narrowing her eyes at him, her voice laced with suspicion,

Max, hands casually tucked into his pockets, raised an eyebrow and motioned toward the men's restroom nearby. "What's this? Are you getting a habit of hanging around the men's room? Planning to go in It was only then that Yvette realized she was standing right next to the men's sink.

"You're the one with the bad habits!" she shot back defensively. Tm just washing my hands! There's no rule saying women can't stand here, right?"

As Isabel caught up, she overheard their bickering, the kind of playful argument you'd expect between schoolmates.

Isabel couldn't help but be intrigued. Max's background was just as impressive as Xander's.

He was the heir to the Hunts fortune, the sole successor to their empire, and his father's media giant, EastRise Media Solutions, controlled a significant portion of the entertainment industry.

In contrast, Yvette came from a humble middle-class family. It was strange that the two of them were even speaking to each other.

Isabel and Xander's relationship, though, was born out of Isabel's thick skin-and perhaps her medical skills-which had brought their once separate lives together.

"Stay away from me!" Yvette snapped, panic creeping into her voice. The thought of Max finding out about her pregnancy terrified her. What if he made her terminate it, or worse, took the babies from her!

"Oh? Now you want me to stay away? Just a few days ago, you couldn't get enough of me, clinging to me like glue. I couldn't shake you off," Max teased, his eyes glinting with mischief.

So it was him that night! Isabel's gaze shifted to Yvette's midsection, concern clouding her expression.

Yvette's face turned crimson. "You think I wanted that? If I hadn't been drugged, do you really think I'd throw myself at you? I'm not blind!"

Max clicked his tongue, feigning amusement.

Isabel raised an eyebrow, surprised by the revelation, though she couldn't help but wonder-she never expected Max to be the one involved that night.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Max narrowed his eyes, irritation flashing across his face. "Are you saying I'm ugly?"

"Exactly. You're ugly!" Yvette retorted, hands on her hips, refusing to back down.

Max took a step closer, his imposing presence forcing Yvette to step back.

"W-what are you doing?" Yvette felt the pressure building as her back hit the wall.

his arm, trapping her against

eyes wide with shock, her breath catching in her

her chin, his smile predatory. "What was that? Want to repeat

eyes widened further as she met his gaze. There was something dark and magnetic in his eyes, sending a chill through her. His face was undeniably handsome, but there was a danger to it that made her feel a strange pull. Isabel, watching from the sidelines, was ready to intervene when she saw Yvette pinned against the wall. But when

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Chapter 106 Yvette's Distress

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resist my handsome face, huh? Because I seem to remember you enjoying yourself that night, Max teased,

his looks, but after hearing his teasing,

it! You couldn't resist me! With those pathetic skills? You were like a nerd trying

to plow a

chest tightened in frustration, his grip

I'm a nerd? Well, today I'll show you whether I'm a nerd or a jock,"

that, he leaned in,

just then, a sharp pain shot through

stomach as her body

down at her

"Stop pretending-

over, worry etched on her face as she helped steady

spun, her vision

so sure Yvette was faking

"Stop

her up. I need to check

Yvette's waist to

felt weak, fragile. If she had any

support.

checked Yvette's pulse quickly, her fingers moving

Max

that upset her stomach. You need to get her back to the lounge.

on Yvette and pulling her closer as he began walking toward the

hurts..." Yvette

her stomach bothering

past go, considering you're not feeling

a mix of real

a tired look. Real mature,

under her knees, lifting

protested, embarrassed. This was the first time since childhood when her father had carried her horizontally that another man had lifted

your stomach hurt more, go ahead and try to walk,"