Natalie represented Yvonne's most cherished college days.

She did not want to taint the memories of the good old days, still pure as snow. Naturally, it was unbearable and impossible for Yvonne to tell her at all.

"My schedule has been quite tight lately, so the company will arrange a place for me to stay." Yvonne hedged, uttering her words with care. "Doesn't this mean we can no longer rent this place?" Natalie sighed with a tinge of regret.

Yvonne shook her head, "No, we can still get together occasionally. It'd be nice to have a place where we can meet and cook meals together."

Upon hearing Yvonne's reassurance, Natalie lightened up once again.

She hugged Yvonne and beamed, "That's great. Yvonne, we must meet often."

Yvonne nodded forcefully, "Sure."

Yvonne and Natalie had a heart-to-heart chat all the way until nighttime.

Originally, Natalie had wanted to sleep in the apartment with Yvonne. But Hayden called her and said that he wanted Natalie to put him to bed, claiming that she had not accompanied him to sleep for the past two nights.

Natalie had no choice but to return to the villa.

Yvonne was a little confused as she watched Natalie's departing figure.

Was that child, Hayden, Natalie's?

Just as she was mulling it over, she received a phone call.

"Yvonne, I've gotten word of Jenkins's schedule. He's free tonight and will be at his home." It was a call from Penney.

Yvonne's heart skipped a beat.

During that period of time, she had made up her mind to marry Jenkins.

Unfortunately, Jenkins had not contacted her since their last encounter.

It made Yvonne doubt whether she had just solely hallucinated what Jenkins had said to her.

Jenkins was a busy man, to even meet with him was an arduous task itself. Now that he was at home, Yvonne simply could not miss the opportunity.

Intentionally changing into a form-fitting bodycon dress that showed off her curves, Yvonne hurried off to the Quartley family's house.

The butler opened the door.

Seeing Yvonne, he asked stiffly, "What is it?"

Yvonne smiled and said, "Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Quartley."

The butler gave Yvonne one last glance before going off to report her arrival.

while, the butler returned and called

been there once, Yvonne still felt

entering the living room,

in front of an oil painting, his back radiating a sense of

stepped forward and called

did not look back at her nor

Jenkins must

stood at the

a long time,

swept

felt as if all the air was knocked out from her

time she saw Jenkins, she would still feel unnerved and

work for so long, she had met many big shots, but Jenkins's daunting aura

only seen such formidability in two

was Jenkins, and the

stronger air of coldness, so icy that it could

literally be

me." Yvonne forced

"Is something the matter?"

about what you said last time, and I've decided

lips curled up

all the unnecessary talk and simply

to go with him to

startled for a second and could only blink

their marriage in

she was surprised to find that the

found something to be

Jenkins was capable of having the staff register his marriage so late at night, he should be able to get the registration done without them being there in person. So, why did he personally

Jenkins's marble-like features were

Jenkins to smile, but he was too afraid of

Yvonne with his eyes as

said, "Sir, we're here to take wedding photos. Can you please smile

no reaction; they were as hostile and aloof as

let out an inward

coldblooded as Jenkins. He was practically

entertainment industry for a long time, Yvonne had watched and learned

never put

had not reached that point of

was married to Jenkins, she had to learn to appeal herself

"Sir, how about this? I'll give you a

that, she placed a quick smooch

as smooth

of highly attractive actors and actresses, Yvonne had to admit that there was no competition when

his appearance, he would undoubtedly be the most popular male celebrity dominating the entire

eyes twinkled as

one was in the industry, the better one would be

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