Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

Yvette nodded obediently, causing Wilson's hardened heart to melt. His gaze fell to her plump, glistening lips almost instinctively.

"Baby, that's not quite how you coax someone." Wilson's tone was alluring as he whispered in her ears, "Let me teach you."

Before Yvette could react, he lifted her chin, and his heated lips fell upon hers, all- consuming and intense.

Yvette whimpered softly, overwhelmed by the fervor.

The room was filled with a heady, intimate tension that made the air feel warmer.

It was only when Yvette began to struggle for breath that Wilson reluctantly released her.

Her eyes were dazed, and the flush on her cheeks made her even more irresistible, tempting him to push further.

Wilson's gaze darkened, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to suppress the rising urge. He couldn't let himself go too far.

Yvette's porcelain face was flushed a deep red. After managing to calm herself, she cleared her throat and tried to bring the conversation back on track.

"Have you found Wesley?"

Wilson nodded. "Yes."

A spark of hope lit up Yvette's eyes. If they had found Wesley, it meant they were one step closer to uncovering the truth behind what happened all those years ago.

Suddenly, Yvette recalled something and looked at Wilson in confusion. "Wait. How did you manage to get in here?"

Wilson smiled. "Mr. Maximillian let me in." He had been fully prepared to storm the Dark Organization if necessary.

Yvette was surprised to hear the news. Theodore harbored a deep hatred for Wilson, so why would he agree to let him into the organization?

"It's because of you," Wilson explained, gently patting her head as he spoke with a warm, soothing voice. "He allowed me in because he cares about you."

Yvette's lips pressed together as she nodded with resolve. "Mr. Maximillian has always cared for me, ever since I was little."noveldrama

Her eyes shone with determination. She was going to get to the bottom of the truth and avenge Theodore's family, no matter what.

Just then, a knock on the door interrupted the moment.

The door swung open as Xavier walked in, carrying a bowl of medicine.

"Yvie, I heard you were awake, sol brought the medicine over," he said softly, his gaze filled with warmth. However, when his eyes shifted to Wilson, the warmth was replaced by a frigid chill.

Wilson's expression turned equally icy as he grabbed the medicine bowl from Xavier's hands in one swift motion.

"Thank you for your concern. There's no need for you to handle Yvie's medicine anymore. I'll take care of it myself."

The room's atmosphere grew tense,

filled with an almost tangible

hostility. However, Yvette had more

pressing matters to address. Her

eyes were locked onto Xavier's

unusually pale face, and she

furrowed her brows in worry.

"Are you hurt, Xav?"

"It's nothing," Xavier replied, brushing off her concern. Instead, he looked at her

with genuine worry.

"Yvie, how are you feeling?"

"I'm doing much better now," Yvette replied, biting her lower lip. Then, a thought struck her, and her lips pressed together even tighter. "Did Mr. Maximillian punish you because I snuck away?"

Seeing how she had guessed it right, Xavier gave a reluctant nod.

Guilt washed over Yvette, and she lowered her gaze. "Xav, I'm so sorry."

Xavier would not have received such harsh punishment from Theodore if not because of her.

Before she could say more, Xavier cut her off, his voice firm and unwavering. "Yvie, you never have to say sorry to me." He did everything for her willingly, without a trace of regret.