Chapter 149: I’ll Splash You Once I See You
"Mr. Leinster ... Today is the new product launch of the Leinster Group, and I am the endorser. If I remove my makeup in public, I am afraid that public opinion will be unfavorable to our group tomorrow..."
She knew well that Zachary wouldn’t make a fuss for her.
But there’s a silver lining as long as the Leinster Group was involved.
But Zachary put on a cold face.
"You asked for it."
Then he turned around and followed Yvonne who had left the stage at a fast pace.
*
In the hotel, luxury banquet hall, women’s restroom.
Yvonne closed the door and the world fell silent.
Now there was only her in the world, along with her reflection in the mirror.
She wetted her hands with cold water and slapped her forehead to sober up.
She looked at her wet face in the mirror and couldn’t help thinking the complex emotions earlier.
It’s okay. It’s okay.
Soon, she would be able to go back to her original world.
Just then, someone knocked at the door.
"Just a moment."
The restrooms in starred hotels were all enclosed and very upscale.
Yvonne took her stuff, then opened the door and was surprised to see Zachary’s face.
"How do you..."
Before Yvonne could finish her words, Zachary pushed the door open and locked it after coming in.
"What are you doing..."
There was only Yvonne in the women’s restroom and it could only hold one person, that’s why Zachary came in.
A sign saying "Under repair" had been placed at the door by his bodyguards.
Now, there were only them two.
"Say it, what’s your purpose of being here today?"
He was angry when he remembered how she had shown off on the stage just now.
He’d seen it all, the drooling, loving eyes of the old and young men. And he was going to freak out by just seeing through their filthy hearts for her.
"I... What purpose can I have? I came to see you!"
"You came to see me, or to see someone else?"
She didn’t know that Jordan would be there today and thought he was jealous of Finn.
Her heart sank, and through the effect of wine, she instantly stood on tiptoe, held his face, and kissed him fiercely, just like their first kiss after her rebirth.
Her heart was beating fast and her face was flushing.
However, unlike the last time, Zachary seemed a little indifferent this time, and there were few surprises in his eyes. It’s more like a kind of astonishment.
Or maybe he just hid his surprises.
Yvonne was a little afraid of this kind of Zachary, because she couldn’t tell if he liked her or not,
or if he liked to be kissed by her.
But she got nerves and didn’t stop kissing him.
They kissed for a while before she let go.
He didn’t speak...
Was he angry?
It was only then that she felt herself being too bold.
At this moment, he spoke in a low voice, "Who did you learn that from?"
"Learn what?"
"Kissing technique." He still looked sullen, but his voice was added with hoarseness and excitement, which sounded magnetic.
"From Jordan?"
Yvonne frowned and was slightly exasperated.
"You know... I actually like you."
"So... I’m not going to kiss anyone else, and I’m not here for others... You’re the first person I’ve ever kissed."
Zachary looked at her with his hawk-like eyes, as if he wanted to see through her soul and judge whether she was lying or not.
His stare made her feel guilty.
Once she felt guilty, she couldn’t help but explain desperately.
"Mr. Levin and I are really ordinary friends... I don’t like Jordan either, I only have you in my heart."
...
"Is that so?"
At Zachary’s words, Yvonne became nervous again.
How was she going to prove this...?
"If you want to marry me... I’m willing to marry you... No, I’m not going to marry anyone else but you... I just don’t know if you still want me or not..."
She was a little drunk and her cheeks were flushed.
Zachary looked at her for a while, and laughed.
"Stammering is not like your style, Miss Taylor."
"What style... should I have?"
She looked at him with innocent eyes.
Zachary resisted for three seconds under her affectionate gaze.
Three seconds later, he couldn’t resist anymore. Yvonne felt as though she were spinning in the sky. He held the back of her neck and pressed her whole body into his, kissing her dominantly.
"Mmm..."
His kiss was dominant, even though he didn’t have much experience and it was his first time to kiss a woman, but his kiss was much more powerful.
It’s like an invading wildfire that burned until she hurt.
But his intensity was extraordinarily intoxicating, and she was surrounded willingly by his hormone.
The temperature in the small restroom was getting hotter and hotter, and just as both were getting a little out of control, Zachary suddenly stopped.
Yvonne looked at him in confusion.
"You’re such a bad kisser, that’s what you call kissing."
Yvonne replied, "Well, it’s my bad."
<Anyway, he has a demon in his mind now, so I could just go with the flow.
However...
He took advantage of me and then called me a bad kisser. It is so ungentlemanly, isn’t it?>
Zachary couldn’t help laughing when looking at the girl’s disappointed look, and blurted out a sentence that left her utterly dumbfounded,
"Practice more in the future."
"How... do I practice?"
His face darkened.
"You tell me?"
"Am I supposed to... practice on my own?"
After all, he didn’t like her at all.
As a result, the man stepped forward and bent over to kiss her lips again.
This time, Yvonne was trapped on the washstand, his large hands around her waist.
It was even more intense than before.
Her breath was taken away, and her body became rigid after a long time.
"Now do you know how to practice?"
"Yes... I know..."
Yvonne nodded numbly.
After fixing her makeup and tidying herself up, she opened the door and went out with Zachary.
She felt as if her whole body were floating.
Was it because she had been drinking?
Or did the kiss deprive her of oxygen?
She felt a little dizzy in her head. Last time, she had this similar feeling the night before she gave birth to Daniel and Angela.
Just then, a face suddenly appeared in front of her.
She felt that Zachary’s face, which had eased a moment ago, grew dark again.
Because the person in front of him was Jordan Yale.
With the outstanding tear nevus, delicate face, and partially feminine appearance,
he looked like the kind of elegant prince in ancient novels. Jordan held a wet towel in his hand with a hint of worry in his eyes.
"Yvonne, I heard you were locked up in there for a long time, is everything okay?"
After finishing his words, he glanced at Zachary who was silent behind her, and nodded to him courteously.
"Hello, Mr. Leinster."
However, Zachary did not look at him and just stared at Yvonne aggressively without showing basic manners.
His eyes were intense, as if to say, "If you’re lying to me, you’ll be dead." Yvonne was speechless.
Damn, what’s Jordan doing here at this time?
She had managed to make Zachary change his mind, but the appearance of Jordan would awaken his inner demon again.
"Who let you come?
"I don’t need you to worry about me."
Yvonne said indifferently, then turned around to leave.
But just then, a sharp and piercing voice came from behind.
"Well!
"Aren’t they the daughter of the Taylor Family and Mr. Yale?
"What a rare occasion!"
...
This circle was kind of high-end. After all, all the rich people were gathered here.
But it could be dull as well.
A bunch of bored busy-bodies rushed in to gossip once they saw Yvonne and Jordan.
"Eh, Yvonne, Mr. Yale is so concerned about you, so why don’t you hurry to seize the opportunity?"
One man opened his mouth, and another Busy Buddy echoed.
"That’s right, you like Mr. Yale so much. When you were in school, you folded hundreds of thousands of stars for him, and said that you would not marry anyone but him. You have been worshipping him for so long, now finally caught his attention. Why don’t you express your affection to him?"
While these people were talking, Yvonne felt really bad, and Zachary looked even worse.
On the contrary, Jordan felt very proud.
Although he didn’t like Yvonne, there was no doubt that her crazy affection for him still helped him gain a lot of attention.
Even those celebrities looked at him differently.
Now that these people said so, he felt even smugger.
He stepped forward to offer a glass of water to her, and said narcissistically.
"Yvonne, don’t get me wrong.
"I mean no harm. I’ve just been asked to look after you today, and I see you’ve been drinking, it’ll do you good to drink some water."
"Wow--"
The crowd was heckling.
"Mr. Yale is so thoughtful!"
"That’s right. Yvonne, aren’t you lucky today? Mr. Yale cares for you!"
"Though asked by others, he’s still concerned about you. Yvonne, why are you standing without doing anything? You can’t be foolish because of the happiness?"
The atmosphere was "warming up".
Jordan was so proud of himself.
Just as he was getting arrogant, Yvonne took the glass of water he had just offered and poured it over his head.
The crowd was in an uproar.
The cold water flowed down from Jordan’s hair, over his face, onto his clothes, and his entire shirt was wet.
Jordan froze for a moment, hair strands all stuck to his face. His handsomeness and elegance were gone. He was soaked through and looked wretched.
"I used to be blind to love someone like you,"
Yvonne took the glass and ruffled her hair, valiant and beautiful.
"Seriously, as a man, it’s quite superficial of you to use a woman’s kindness to show off."
Yvonne was clearly aware how Jordan had taken her affection for granted.
Back in the day, when he was in high school, he would go around saying that rich girl Yvonne bought him something again to pursue him, but he didn’t care about her at all, which aroused many boys’ and girls’ admiration.
As for the matter of folding stars, at that time, Yvonne did not expect that he would throw the stars that she tried hard to fold from the roof of the building, just to prove in front of the whole school that he did not like her.
Apart from proving it, it was more like Jordan trying to show off how much Yvonne loved him and how charming he was!
Thinking of this, Yvonne pursed her lips.
"I hope in the future, you will stop bragging about how I treat you. If you like it, accept it. If not, then refuse. Since you do not like me, you still build yourself up by using my affection, which is really cowardly.
"Don’t mention me in front of others in the future, and remember to take a detour when you see me, or I’ll splash you once I see you!"
When she finished, she glanced around the room for those provocateurs who intended to make trouble.