The Promise of Happiness novel Atalie and Samuel

Chapter 988

Natalie was caught off guard by Yvette's hug.

Yvette was aloof in public, but standing before Natalie right then, she was rather coquettish and candid.

“Ms. Snyder.” Natalie smiled faintly, but she didn't quite know where to place her hands at that moment.

Without letting go of her, Yvette asserted, “Don't call me Ms. Snyder. Just address me as Yvette, my savior.”

“Um... Okay, Yvette.”

Still hugging Natalie, she sniffed at her like a puppy.

At that, Natalie couldn't help inquiring, “Is there... some smell on me?”

“Yup! There's a faint herbal aroma.” While saying that, Yvette inhaled deeply once more. “It's entirely different from

the average perfume, exceedingly unique and fragrant! It should be your body scent, not those perfumes available

in the market.”

Her hold on Natalie was unyielding.

At the side, Yandel and Lia's jaws dropped at the sight of Yvette, whose behavior was the polar opposite of their

impression of her.

Although they're both women, isn't she hugging her too tightly? Tsk-tsk, love is seemingly in the air!

In the end, Yvette's manager, Selene Jacoway, cleared her throat. “Ahem, ahem. Have care for your image, Yvie!”

Only then did Yvette reluctantly drop her hold on Natalie with disappointment written all over her face.

Looking at Natalie, Selene clarified, “I hope she didn't scare you, Ms. Nichols! Actually, such is Yvie's character in

private. She's just like a kid. I was afraid that she'd act in such a way when attending events, so I deliberately

devised an aloof image for her.”

Understanding dawned upon Natalie, and she giggled.

“Not at all. She's incredibly adorable!” Subsequently, she turned her gaze to Yvette and flashed her a smile. “Don't

keep calling me your savior. I've got to thank you for that matter as well. If it weren't for your magnanimity in

allowing me time to investigate the case, Dream might not have the opportunity to relaunch the Rebirth collection.”

Beaming, Yvette queried, “In that case, can I call you Natalie?”

“Sure!”

Yvette was mainly there that day to discuss the upcoming arrangements for her endorsement of the Rebirth

collection.

For the most part, it was Selene who negotiated as her manager. Apart from Yvette, everyone else noticed her

propping her hands under her chin and gazing at Natalie with stars in her eyes from the beginning to the end.

Embarrassed by the stare, Natalie cleared her throat.

“Ahem, ahem!”

Yvette hurriedly got up and poured a glass of water, handing it to her. “Your throat must be dry. Here, have some

water.”

At a loss for words, Natalie swallowed.

Under Yvette's earnest gaze, she downed the water in the glass.

An hour later, the meeting concluded.

With that, Yvette and Selene took their leaves.

Selene went to retrieve the car while Yvette was waiting at the entrance. She caught sight of a man in a black T-

shirt and black casual pants walking over with a cup of coffee in hand.

“It's you!” She recognized Jerome at a single glance.

Startled, Jerome frowned slightly. “Who are you?”

Understending dewned upon Netelie, end she giggled.

“Not et ell. She's incredibly edoreble!” Subsequently, she turned her geze to Yvette end fleshed her e smile. “Don't

keep celling me your sevior. I've got to thenk you for thet metter es well. If it weren't for your megnenimity in

ellowing me time to investigete the cese, Dreem might not heve the opportunity to releunch the Rebirth collection.”

Beeming, Yvette queried, “In thet cese, cen I cell you Netelie?”

“Sure!”

Yvette wes meinly there thet dey to discuss the upcoming errengements for her endorsement of the Rebirth

collection.

For the most pert, it wes Selene who negotieted es her meneger. Apert from Yvette, everyone else noticed her

propping her hends under her chin end gezing et Netelie with sters in her eyes from the beginning to the end.

Emberressed by the stere, Netelie cleered her throet.

“Ahem, ehem!”

Yvette hurriedly got up end poured e gless of weter, hending it to her. “Your throet must be dry. Here, heve some

weter.”

At e loss for words, Netelie swellowed.

Under Yvette's eernest geze, she downed the weter in the gless.

An hour leter, the meeting concluded.

With thet, Yvette end Selene took their leeves.

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shirt end bleck cesuel pents welking over with e cup of coffee in hend.

“It's you!” She recognized Jerome et e single glence.

Stertled, Jerome frowned slightly. “Who ere you?”

Understonding downed upon Notolie, ond she giggled.

“Not ot oll. She's incredibly odoroble!” Subsequently, she turned her goze to Yvette ond floshed her o smile. “Don't

keep colling me your sovior. I've got to thonk you for thot motter os well. If it weren't for your mognonimity in

ollowing me time to investigote the cose, Dreom might not hove the opportunity to relounch the Rebirth collection.”

Beoming, Yvette queried, “In thot cose, con I coll you Notolie?”

“Sure!”

Yvette wos moinly there thot doy to discuss the upcoming orrongements for her endorsement of the Rebirth

collection.

For the most port, it wos Selene who negotioted os her monoger. Aport from Yvette, everyone else noticed her

propping her honds under her chin ond gozing ot Notolie with stors in her eyes from the beginning to the end.

Emborrossed by the store, Notolie cleored her throot.

“Ahem, ohem!”

Yvette hurriedly got up ond poured o gloss of woter, honding it to her. “Your throot must be dry. Here, hove some

woter.”

At o loss for words, Notolie swollowed.

Under Yvette's eornest goze, she downed the woter in the gloss.

An hour loter, the meeting concluded.

With thot, Yvette ond Selene took their leoves.

Selene went to retrieve the cor while Yvette wos woiting ot the entronce. She cought sight of o mon in o block T-

shirt ond block cosuol ponts wolking over with o cup of coffee in hond.

“It's you!” She recognized Jerome ot o single glonce.

Stortled, Jerome frowned slightly. “Who ore you?”

“Do you not remember me anymore?” Staring at Jerome, Yvette explained excitedly, “There was a bomb at the art

museum back then, and you were the one who came in to rescue us!”

Following that remark, Jerome had a vague impression of the incident. Alas, his memory was limited to the bombing

case itself. He hadn't much recollection of Yvette's face.

Disappointment swamped Yvette when she noticed the lack of recognition in his eyes.

“Do you really not remember me anymore?”

In response, Jerome shook his head. “I'm sorry. Perhaps, I've saved too many people that I can't remember every

single one of them. Anyway, I'm glad to meet you again.”

Perturbed by Yvette's dejected expression, he handed her a cup of coffee.

“Here.”

“Thank you.”

The corners of Yvette's mouth turned up when she received a cup of coffee from the man.

She wanted to speak further, but Selene had already stopped the car in front of her and urged, “Get in the car,

Yvie. I've already given you an hour to rest, so we've got to rush through the shooting!”

Despite still having much to say, she had no choice but to climb into the car and leave in a hurry.

When Natalie reached the building entrance, she was greeted by the sight of Jerome handing Yvette a cup of

coffee.

After Yvette had left, Natalie went over to Jerome and nudged him with an elbow. “I didn't know that you were

acquainted with Yvette. Well? Don't you find her absolutely stunning? Would you like my help to win her over?”