He Proposed to His First Love, So I Married His Archenemy

Chapter 45: Chapter 45: I Think I’ve Married a Super-Rich Man

After getting off the subway, Wyatt Shaw carried a basket of vegetables in his left hand and held Yvonne Sutton’s with his right.

"Let’s go back to our hometown tomorrow to pick up my grandma and your aunt and uncle and bring them to Aethelgard," Wyatt Shaw said as they walked.

Yvonne Sutton nodded. Their wedding was just a week away, but their families hadn’t met each other yet.

"And your parents. I should go pay my respects to them."

Yvonne Sutton hugged Wyatt Shaw’s arm and rested her head on his shoulder. ’When you marry the right person, he cares about the things you care about and is even more thoughtful than you are.’

Back at the villa, Wyatt Shaw gave the basket of vegetables to the security guard. They were heading to their hometown tomorrow and would likely be gone for a couple of days, so the vegetables wouldn’t stay fresh.

When they got home, Wyatt Shaw’s stomach was feeling upset, so Yvonne Sutton made him a soup to settle it and help him sober up. She was bringing it upstairs while Wyatt was in the shower, when there was a loud knock on the door.

She set the soup down on the table, went to the window, and saw Vincent Reed standing outside.

"Open the door! Yvonne Sutton, open the door for me!"

He was drunk, clutching the door and unable to stand steady. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Yvonne Sutton frowned and glanced across the street. The door to the opposite house had just opened, and Wendy Winters stepped out in her pajamas. When she saw Vincent Reed wasn’t at her door but at Yvonne’s, her face fell. She turned, went back inside, and locked the gate to her yard.

It was late autumn now, and the weather had started to turn cold, especially at night.

When Vincent Reed couldn’t get the door open, he actually slumped to the ground and lay there in front of her door.

"I think I heard someone knocking," Wyatt Shaw said, coming out of the bathroom.

"It’s Vincent Reed," Yvonne Sutton said, pointing outside.

Wyatt Shaw walked to the window and glanced outside. He sneered, "After all these years, you’d think he’d have gotten over his issues by now."

Yvonne Sutton chuckled, but then she remembered something.

"Oh, right. I haven’t told you about him and me. We..."

Before she could finish, Wyatt Shaw gave her lip a light nip. Her eyes widened in confusion as he possessively wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his embrace.

"From now on, when you say ’we,’ it means you and me. He doesn’t deserve to be mentioned in the same breath."

His words were a bit childish and brimming with jealousy. Yvonne Sutton tilted her head back, smiling as she placed a light kiss on Wyatt Shaw’s chin.

"Do you want to hear about what happened between him and me?"

Wyatt Shaw shook his head. "Not in the slightest."

Yvonne Sutton looked into Wyatt’s eyes and said earnestly, "Then I’ll never bring him up again."

Wyatt Shaw leaned down and kissed her. "Okay."

The kiss deepened and lingered. Just as Wyatt laid her on the bed, Yvonne remembered the soup to help him sober up. She gave him a gentle push, telling him to drink it. Wyatt immediately got up, grabbed the bowl, and downed the soup in a few large gulps before eagerly pressing back down on top of her.

Passion ignited, and Yvonne completely lost herself in the moment.

In the middle of the night, Yvonne woke up thirsty, but her lower back was a little sore.

"What’s wrong?" Wyatt Shaw asked.

Yvonne mumbled that she was thirsty. A moment later, she felt a glass of water at her lips. After a few sips, her mind cleared a little. She found herself cradled in Wyatt Shaw’s arms, his eyes gazing at her with pure adoration.

"Need more?" he asked.

Yvonne Sutton shook her head, wrapped her arms around Wyatt Shaw’s neck, and snuggled lazily into his embrace.

’They’d never actually dated, but it felt as if they’d been in love for years. The familiarity, the reliance, the sweetness... In fleeting moments, it all felt surreal.’

The next morning, when Yvonne Sutton woke up, Wyatt Shaw was already downstairs making breakfast.

She took a quick shower and, wrapped in a bath towel, walked over to the window. On a whim, she opened the curtains just in time to see Vincent Reed sitting up.

His hair was a mess and his clothes were covered in dirt. After a night in the cold, compounded by the morning chill, he was shivering uncontrollably as he turned to look toward her house.

His eyes met hers instantly.

He shot her a wretched glare, but her gaze was one of pure indifference.

Perhaps unable to bear her look, Vincent Reed quickly averted his gaze, got up, and hurried back to the house across the street.

After breakfast, Yvonne Sutton went to get changed while Wyatt Shaw went to the villa’s entrance to wait for the car. Mr. Webb would be bringing it over shortly.

Yvonne Sutton got dressed and went out. At the community gate, she saw Wyatt Shaw leaning against a windowsill, talking to the security guard. She couldn’t tell what they were saying, but Wyatt seemed quite animated.

"Your stir-fried beef is tough and chewy. You must be cutting it wrong. You can’t cut with the grain, you have to cut against it. Also, when you’re marinating it, add a little pineapple juice. It helps tenderize the meat."

As Yvonne Sutton walked over, she overheard Wyatt Shaw teaching the security guard how to make tender stir-fried beef.

The security guard was listening intently, and even took out a notebook to jot it down.

"My wife passed away, so now I have to cook for myself. The food I make is so bad, a dog wouldn’t eat it."

"How old are you, sir?"

"Sixty-five."

"Do you have any kids?"

"A son. He’s married and even gave me a little granddaughter. Oh, she’s just the sweetest thing."

Yvonne Sutton walked over, and Wyatt Shaw naturally took her hand.

"This is my wife."

"Oh, Miss Sutton... uh, that’s great, just great."

The guard was having trouble wrapping his head around it. Yvonne Sutton had lived in this community for eight years, but always as Vincent Reed’s girlfriend.

"Oh, right. Is that car yours?" the guard asked.

Wyatt Shaw nodded. "We’re about to leave in it."

"No trouble. I was just asking. It’s a nice-looking car."

"It’s alright."

Yvonne Sutton looked at the car outside. ’I don’t know much about cars, but I recognize the hood ornament. That’s a Rolls-Royce, isn’t it? But just how many cars does he have? Sometimes Mr. Webb drives a black Maybach, other times a white Land Rover, and today he brought a Rolls-Royce.’

’And I heard this villa is the best one in all of Seacliff Villa. Plus, he bought a whole manor just a few days ago.’

She was suddenly very curious about his financial situation. ’Isn’t he just a regular employee?’

"Um, can I ask you a question?" Yvonne Sutton asked, looking at Wyatt Shaw after they got into the car.

Wyatt Shaw buckled her seatbelt for her, then handed her a piece of the pomegranate the security guard had given them.

"Go ahead," he replied, keeping his eyes on the road.

"You work at The Rhodes Group?"

"’Work’ is a novel way to put it."

"Is it not?"

"I suppose so."

"Is... is your position very high up?"

"Just manager-level."

"Then... what’s your annual salary?"

"I’ve never counted. How about I have my lawyer transfer all my assets to your name, and you can count them for me?"

"No, no! I was just curious."

"Curious about what?"

"Curious if I’m marrying a super-rich man."

’If that were the case, it would actually be a bit of a burden. After all, when her aunt introduced them, she’d only said he worked at a big company with a decent salary and good benefits. That didn’t exactly sound like he was loaded.’

Wyatt Shaw laughed. "Too late for regrets."

Yvonne Sutton raised an eyebrow. "So, what’s your story, really?"

"You know who Daisy Shaw is?"

"Of course."

"She’s my mother. My real mother."