After She She Stopped Loving Him

Chapter 109

Chapter 109

Yolanda stepped into the room, holding onto the key card Jack had given her.

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As she entered, she was greeted by a spacious living room. Her luggage had already been taken to the bedroom.

She pulled out her phone and messaged Blake for an update.

Blake replied with a single message: [Just met. Ten days should be enough. Just keep your husband out of the

way.]

Yolanda quickly deleted the message-no trace left behind. She never bothered saving Blake's number on her

phone; she just kept it in her head.

There were only four presidential suites on this floor-one for Charles, one for Vivian, one for Simone, and one for

Raelyn, the female lead.

Yolanda wasn't really here for the so-called temple fair; her real goal was to get Charles out of her hair.

She sent Charles a message, telling him she’d be wandering around nearby.

Charles didn’t respond-he was tied up in a meeting.

It was already evening, and the last rays of sunlight spilled gold and red across the revolving glass doors.

Just as Yolanda turned the corner, lan’s arms slid around her waist. “Letgo with you,” he said.

Yolanda sent a guilty glance at the security cameras and patted his hand. “Let go.”

lan let go and stood quietly by her side.

Yolanda rubbed her temples, thinking, ‘Wasn't he supposed to be busy with filming?"

lan shrugged and said, “Filming doesn’t start till tomorrow. It’s not like Ms. Sinclair's skind of slave driver.”

Everyone had spent over four hours in the car today; nobody had the energy to do anything else.

lan had a hat and a mask on, and Yolanda had switched into something more low-key. Figuring Charles was still

stuck in a meeting, and with the temple fair kicking off tonight for a whole week, she saw no reason to wait

around-so she stepped right out.

lan fell in step behind her in silence as they headed out along the hotel drive.

The hotel had a prlocation, barely a ten-minute walk from the biggest festival in town.

Crowds were already starting to gather.

Yolanda kept quiet, but her gaze sparkled with curiosity every tshe glimpsed those odd and quirky stalls

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Red lanterns hung overhead, colorful flags fluttering, with vendors shouting and the lively bustle of street food all

around-the whole place was practically buzzing. For Yolanda, this was her very first texperiencing such a

festival, and she couldn't help but feel a little exhilarated.

Before she turned ten, she'd been cooped up in the orphanage; after that, life with the Grant Family kept her

mostly inside-she’d hardly gone anywhere at all.

As Yolanda zoned out, a skewer of candied hawthorn suddenly appeared in front of her, offered by a slender,

graceful hand. She looked up along the hand and met lan’s smiling face.

The candied hawthorn was already unwrapped; lan gently held it up to her lips.

lan said softly, “Go ahead, try it.”

Yolanda took a bite, and as the glossy syrupy shell cracked, a burst of sweet and sour flavor filled her mouth.

She rarely indulged in treats like this. As a kid, money was always tight, and a single skewer of candied hawthorn

had to be split between a bunch of children. Yolanda, ever the considerate one, always let the younger kids take

the first bite. Later, with keeping her complexion flawless as a priority, sweets were absolutely out, and spicy

food was forbidden too. Her meals were strictly clean and plain—she’d always held herself back, even when she

really wanted a taste.

“Do you like it?” lan asked, leaning in close.

He took a bite from the skewer, right where Yolanda’s teeth had just left their mark.

Yolanda worried that his good looks would draw a crowd-he’d been all over trending topics not long ago. She

quickly pushed him away and fixed his mask back in place, whispering, “Promiseyou won't take it off again.”

lan’s cap was pulled low, showing off his elegant jaw and the angle of his throat. Hearing her, he smiled and

replied softly, “Mm-hmm.”

Yolanda snacked her way through the fair with lan, picking out little treats from the stalls. By the tthey made

it all the way through, she had a lotus lantern dangling from her hand.

lan stayed glued to her side, leaning in close and murmuring right by her ear with playful warmth, “Ms. Grant,

I'm spending the night alone. Why don’t you keepcompany?”

As he spoke, his arm quietly wrapped around her waist, a gentle and secretive gesture.

It was pitch dark, with no one else around-the fair’s noisy calls echoed faintly from a distance, leaving them

wrapped in their own little bubble.

Yolanda glanced at him, then shoved him up against the wall and kissed him hard.

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lan’s cap got knocked sideways as he instinctively leaned back, slipped his arm around her waist, and flipped the

game, holding her tight.

The bag slipped from Yolanda’s hand and hit the ground as lan scooped her right up, pressing her between

himself and the wall.

In the gloom, there was a predatory gleam in his eyes-so different from the withdrawn, brooding man he'd been

when they first met.

The kiss lasted a long, long time. Eventually, Yolanda turned her head away, catching her breath. “We should

really head back,” she said.

lan was tense, every muscle wound tight.

“When can | finally taste you?” His voice was low and husky, whispered right against her skin.

He gently nuzzled at her neck, leaving no trace behind.

Yolanda’s legs were left dangling as she gave a little wriggle.

But even that small movement was enough to make her feel something... waking up underneath her.

She let her lashes drop and tugged his mask back into place. Yolanda whispered, “We'll talk about it later.”

lan dropped his gaze, long lashes shadowing his eyes. Something flickered there before it faded. He smirked and

teased, “You know, I'm starting to think you're trying to trainlike a dog.”

Yolanda burst out laughing, grabbed his hat from the ground, and set it back on his head herself.

They headed back to the hotel with lan close behind Yolanda. She had just finished getting ready for bed when

her phone buzzed-Simone was calling, saying they needed one more for mahjong and asked her to cfill in.

No

way she could refuse, so Yolanda headed over. When she walked in, she found herself face to face with Charles,

lan, and Simone already gathered at the table.

Yolanda paused, tempted to turn and run for it.

But Simone waved her over. “Con, Yolanda! Tonight I'll help you clean up-besides, your hubby’s loaded

anyway!”

The mahjong table was top-shelf, made of rich walnut wood.

Yolanda took a deep breath, plastered on a smile, and slid into her seat.

To her left was lan, to her right was Charles, and across from her was Simone. Just as they were about to start,

the doorbell rang.

Yolanda went to answer the door, only to find Vivian standing right outside.

This was Simone’s suite-Vivian wouldn't just drop by out of the blue unless she’d already found out where

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gave the room an easygoing grin and called out, “Mahjong night? Countin, I'm no rookie.”

Simone’s expression darkened. Vivian was thirty-one, three years older than Charles. Back when they were kids,

this whole group used to hang out together all the time, and Vivian had always been the outgoing, bold type-

popular with the boys, never shy, and totally up for any game, even those forfeit games where you'd have to

take off a piece of clothing if you lost.

Vivian didn’t even bother acknowledging Yolanda at the door, striding straight over to the mahjong table and

taking Yolanda’s seat like she owned the place.

With a smirk, Vivian challenged, “Mrs. Sinclair, you don’t mind, do you?”

Their feud was no secret-Yolanda was done playing nice. She stormed over and shot back, “Actually, | do mind.

Move.”

Vivian's smile was all teeth, no warmth. “The Sinclair family and the Andrade family are working together now.

Mrs. Sinclair, you really don’t seem to understand how the business world works.”

you think?” Then she turned to Charles, her voice sweet but sharp. “Mr. Sinclair, what do

Charles never glanced up from his cards. “Whoever wants to play, go ahead.”

Before Charles had even finished talking, lan got to his feet and grinned, “Mrs. Sinclair, you can have my seat.”

Yolanda shot Vivian a quick look as she caught that faint, totally mocking chuckle.

‘Whatever,’ she thought, pressing her lips together before scooting into lan’s seat.

Simone snorted, sarcasm dripping from her voice. “Wow, you're really not lifting a finger for your wife, huh?”

Charles set down his tile, sounding utterly relaxed. “Yolanda’s at the table now, isn’t she?”

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