Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 70 Changing

Henry stopped what he was doing. "What is it?"

"I..." Yvonne wanted to speak but with a swift change o f expression, she made a muffled noise before she threw up everything that was in her stomach on Henry.

Henry was stupefied, only reacting after a while. He looked at the girl in dread. "Yvonne Frey, you..."

He paused midsentence.

Yvonne was curled up on the seat with her eyes shut tight, obviously having passed out.

Henry swallowed the rest of his reprimanding and looked at the mess on the floor as well as on him in despise before calling out for Joe, trying to block out the rancid stench in the air.

When Joe came in through the curtain and saw the scene, he could not help being taken aback. "Mr.

Lancaster, what's happened to you? And Miss Frey..."

"Enough!" Henry suppressed the impulse of puking from the putrid stench and gave his orders with a frown. "Have someone come over to clean up the section and then prepare a clean change of clothes for _ ⁹⁹ me.

"What about Miss Frey?" Joe pointed at Yvonne who had the contents of her vomit on herself.

Henry felt the veins on his forehead throbbed." Prepare a change of clothes for her too."

"Alright, I'll be right back."

"Make it discreet," Henry reminded.

If others saw Joe entering the first-class section with both men’s and ladies' wear, he could not imagine the rumors that would spread. Joe understood Henry's concern and acted immediately.

The clothes were sent soon and the mess on the floor was cleaned. Joe had even sprayed some air freshener to eliminate the sour odor.

Henry’s furrowed brows finally relaxed a little as he waved him away with the instruction, "You can head out now. If someone looks for me, keep them away." Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Henry could not spend a second longer in the clothes h e was wearing right now. God knew what the woman ate to have her vomit smell so bad.

"I understand.” Joe turned to leave.

Henry breathed in annoyance and put down Yvonne's seat so she could lie flat. With a long face, he then changed her into the clean set of clothes. After that, he threw her soiled clothes carelessly to one of the seats before changing his own clothes. All this while, his expression was ominous with his thin lips pressed tightly together into a line.

He never imagined there to be a day where he was helping someone else change.

Henry rubbed between his brows and looked toward Yvonne to check that she would not be waking up for the time being before returning to his seat. He put on a n eye mask and rested himself.

After some ten hours, the flight ended.

Henry went to Yvonne and nudged her. "Wake up."

Waking up drowsily without a focus in her gaze, Yvonne could only call out in a probe since she could not see who was in front of her clearly, “Henry?”

"Mm.” Henry hummed. "We've arrived.”

"Arrived?" Yvonne rubbed her eyes. Her mind had yet t o catch up with the current events that she had even forgotten where she was.

Her dazed look made Henry's temples throb. "Yvonne Frey, have you turned stupid?”

Yvonne was nonplussed, only recalling that she was o n a plane to go on a skiing trip after some time.

"Sorry, I still feel a bit dizzy. I couldn't recall it just now.” She pushed herself up and spoke bashfully.

Looking at her with a sideways glance, Henry asked," Then have you recalled what happened before you fainted?"

"Fainted..." Yvonne wracked her brain seriously, blinking her eyes. What happened soon replayed scene by scene in her mind. She blushed and blanched intermittently, looking goofy.

"Seems like you’ve remembered." Henry crossed his arms.

"I’m sorry..." Yvonne hung her head in shame. It was not her intention to puke on him. She did not know why she had suddenly thrown up either.

"Enough, take it back. You’ve already thrown up and I don’t need your apology. Get your things and get off the place," Henry said and left. 2

Yvonne rubbed her nose and got up from her seat, lifting the blanket.

"Eh?" She looked at herself in alarm, realizing that she was not wearing the same clothes.

"How could this be?" Yvonne felt around herself.

Turning back on his heels to question what was taking her so long, Henry was greeted with the scene.

"What are you doing?" He arched his brow.

Yvonne replied, "I’m looking at my clothes. They're different.”

"Then look at them. Don’t go doing strange actions like this, especially when you're out," Henry said coldly.

Yvonne gazed back at him in confusion, not understanding which action of hers was weird.

"Henry, did you change me?" she asked.

Henry hummed. "You hurled your stomach all over the

floor and on yourself, so why shouldn't I?"

"No, no.” Yvonne waved. "I just want to thank you."

Just listening to his description, she could already imagine how disgusting it must have been yet Henry had helped her change under such circumstances.

She was truly moved.

"No need to thank me. Just don't puke on me the next time," Henry answered flatly.

Yvonne nodded fervently. "Of course!"

Embarrassing herself once, she would never do it twice.

"Then let’s go. Otherwise, someone else will come for u s later." Henry dropped the curtain.

"Okay, coming." Yvonne smoothed down her clothes and briskly followed him.

Alighting from the plane, Yvonne waited for her baggage on the side like everyone else. Lynette came over and kept her squinted eyes on the former. Being scrutinized, Yvonne could not help getting goosebumps and shrinking under the heated stare," Lyn, what are you doing?"

"Yvonne, where did your clothes come from?" Lynette whispered in her ear.

Without hiding it, Yvonne answered directly, "Mr. Lancaster.” "Mr. Lancaster?" Lynette's voice raised involuntarily, earning the others' attention.

Yvonne smiled at them, abashed, before covering Lynette's mouth in the speed of lightning. "Do you want to die? Why are you shouting?"

"Mm, mm, mm..." Lynette pointed at her mouth, to which Yvonne let her go.

Regaining her freedom, Lynette took a few deep breaths and looked around before asking in the softest whisper, "Yvonne, tell me honestly, why did M r. Lancaster give you clothes? You didn’t come back since you went to see him. What happened? Did you..."

Lynette's eyes bulged in terror.

It came as no surprise to Yvonne that her best friend had a skewed mind, so she rolled her eyes. "Nonsense. I got airsick and barfed. Mr. Lancaster had Mr. Woods prepared a set of clothes for me."

"Really?" Lynette was skeptical.

Yvonne lifted her arm up. "Here, sniff me. I still smell, right?"

Lynette actually stuck herself over to take a whiff but regretted it in the next second. She reeled back, pinching her nose. "Holy, for real, Yvonne, what did you have? You smell horrible!"

"I didn't have anything." Yvonne shook her head.

"Lies," Lynette pouted, "You must've had something flavorful. Why else could it be so rancid?"

"My medication, probably. One of the medicines has a strong smell."

"Hmm, then poor thing, you." Lynette went back to her previous spot and looked at Yvonne sympathetically." Say, causing this mess in front of Mr. Lancaster, did h e explode in rage?"