Chasing After My Beloved Wife

Chapter 25 He is Responsible Too

"Are you surprised that it is me?"

Yvon walked over to Joye's desk with a smile. His gaze landed on her bloodshot eyes, and his heart

ached for her. "I happened to pass by your apartment this morning and wanted you to have a taste of

the breakfast Sherry made. I didn't expect you to work overtime in the company and didn't go back all

night."

"Well, I have to prepare for the comeback of the Leonard Group."

Yvon didn't attend the meeting of the Richard Group because of his identity, but she believed that he

and the Richard family had already received the news.

"I understand. I just feel that it's too hard and too tiring for you to do this."

The smile on Joye's lips froze as she subconsciously avoided his gentle and concerned eyes.

Seeing that she was avoiding that topic, Yvon coughed and placed the thermos on the table. "Sherry

asked me to bring this over for you to drink to replenish your strength, so you will be prepared for your

comeback."

As he spoke, he opened the lid and poured her a bowl of soup. Joye got up and took the hot soup from

him, but she exposed the saliva marks on her sleeves. She smiled awkwardly, "Let me brush my teeth

and change my clothes first."

Looking at her quickly walking into the bathroom, Yvon couldn't help but smile. She was surprisingly

adorable.

After washing up, Joye changed into the spare clothes she left at the company and came out of the

bathroom. Yvon was sitting on the chair in front of the desk, looking at an outdated magazine.

He looked like an elderly man enjoying his morning papers. The thought made her laugh. Perhaps he

was just concerned for her as her senior.

She stopped thinking about what had happened just now. She looked at the time and quickly opened

her notebook. The news had been uploaded, but it only took more than ten minutes to gain much

attention. She scrolled through the comments that were increasing constantly. People were making her

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Not only did she make her husband lose everything, but she also devoured a large sum of assets from

her in-laws.

Some netizens even suggested to her to get married and divorce over and over again. It would take her

no time to become the richest woman in the world.

"If you don't drink the soup, it will turn cold."

Yvon raised his head from the magazine, reminding her as he pushed the soup forward.

"Thank you."

She picked up the bowl and closed the news website with her other hand. Then, she opened the stock

market software. There were still a few minutes before the bidding. Although she knew that she would

win, she could not rest assured until she saw the real result.

As she was distracted, the bowl of soup in her hand tilted and poured onto her hand.

"Did you get burned?"

Before she could do anything, Yvon had already snatched away the bowl from her hand. He strode

past the table and pulled her into the washroom.

He turned on the tap and adjusted it to be cold before putting her burned fingers under the water. She

felt the pain lessen and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the soup had been cooled for a while, or

she would have gotten a worse burn.

She wanted to pull back her hand, but he held onto it tightly. She blushed as she said, "It doesn't hurt

anymore."

"It's hard to recover from burns. Be more careful, okay?"

Awkwardly, Yvon withdrew his hand, but his gaze was fixed on her eyes. The first time he saw her was

by the river. Although she was on the verge of breaking down, her face was still a little fleshy. However,

her cheeks were thinning, and he knew she was barely hanging on, merely making it through on faith.

Joye was a little flustered. Yvon's face was about seventy percent similar to Shawn's. She didn't expect

to think of Shawn at this time, so she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. Coincidentally, there was a

knock on the door.

"Miss. Leonard, we're about to—"

Before she could respond, Linda strode in, clad in high heels, excitedly. However, when Linda saw

Yvon in the bathroom, she was so shocked that she couldn't react.

The bathroom of the president's office was such a private place. Why was he there?

Joye was worried that it would lead to unnecessary misunderstandings, so she quickly walked out and

explained, "My hand got burned just now. So, he was helping me wash it with cold water."

"Oh, are you okay?"

Linda's eyes swept over the steaming soup and Yvon in the bathroom. She immediately imagined what

had happened. It seemed that she had come in at a bad time.

"It seems that you have some business to talk about, so I won't disturb you. Joye, I want to take you to

a place to relax this weekend. I have something to tell you. Can you make time for it?"

Joye was silent.

Joye looked up at the man coming out of the bathroom. She wanted to refuse, but Linda took the

initiative to agree on her behalf.

"Miss. Leonard is free this weekend."

"Okay. I'll call you and pick you up at your apartment."

Then, he walked out of the office. Joye frowned and looked at Linda. "Who asked you to decide for

me?"

"Were you going to refuse? Miss. Leonard, I think that Yvon is much better than Shawn. At least he is a

self-disciplined man."

As an employee, there were some things that she shouldn't say. However, when she thought of how

arrogant Shawn and that woman were in the parking lot, she couldn't help feeling sorry for Joye.

"Nonsense. He and I are just friends."

Joye panicked and didn't dare to think about what Yvon was going to say to her on the weekend. She

had paid a painful price when she was with Shawn. When Leonard Group got back on track and didn't

need to rely on the Richard family anymore, she would stay far away from the Richard family.

"But I don't think that's what Yvon thinks. In his eyes, you are something more than a friend."

Linda tilted her head. Joye didn't want to linger on this topic anymore, so she turned around and sat

back at her desk.

"The bidding is starting."

She was just in time for the opening of the bidding. Looking at the line that was soaring over time, she

couldn't help but smile. This round of turning the tables finally ushered in a good start.

In the Richard Group.

Shawn looked at the line on the screen, and his thin lips curved in satisfaction. Meanwhile, his assistant

couldn't understand why Shawn was smiling.

"Boss, what are you thinking?"

That day, Shawn asked the media to report his love affair with Vivian. If it was to embarrass Joye, why

did he tacitly confirm her identity as the largest shareholder of the Richard Group the next day at the

general meeting? It didn't make sense.

The assistant made bold speculation. "Boss, do you want to… help Leonard Group?"

Did Shawn deliberately create an opportunity for Joye to announce that she was the biggest

shareholder of the Richard Group so that he could help her overcome the crisis of the Leonard Group?

Shawn didn't answer. His slender fingers casually tapped on the table. He didn't want to help Leonard

Group but wanted to make up for what had happened.

He did not cause the aviation accident that took Joye's family, but he was somewhat responsible for it

too.