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Such a scene unfolded in front of Veronica’s eyes, and she stole a look at Yvonne’s anxious face

before shaking her head almost unnoticeably, knowing that all the things she said to Yvonne earlier

were all for naught.

And she could only blame all this on Conrad for being so good at manipulation, plus the fact that he

was an excellent actor, vividly portraying his role and the disappointment of a man his life partner didn’t

trust.

Then, a sudden thought flashed through Veronica’s mind. With such excellent acting skills, it’s truly a

shame that he never entered the entertainment industry and became an actor.

The next second, she saw Yvonne trotting over to Conrad and clutching his hand. “Don’t leave, Conrad.

I-I believe you.”

Perhaps love truly made one blind.

As Yvonne loved Conrad and had to choose between love and friendship, the baby in her womb also

carried weight in her choice.

So, it was without a fraction of a doubt that Conrad Kings would win her favor in the end.

The dim lighting from the street lamps cast on the man’s body, and the cold night made him appear

even more lonely.

He stopped in his tracks and allowed Yvonne to pull his hand, but he didn’t turn his head around.

“Xavier has done many despicable things to Roni, and it’s only natural that I’m angry and suspicious

because I’m her friend. Roni is the victim, and it’s normal for me to be suspicious of you. Can you

please not be mad?”

Yvonne pleaded with him humbly as she stood behind him forlornly, entirely unlike her proud self, which

Veronica had seen when she first met her.

On the other hand, Conrad didn’t turn around and jerked away his hand emotionlessly before walking

out of the neighborhood in large strides.

Yvonne was suddenly panic-stricken when she noticed that he was determined to leave, as she was

terrified that he would break up with her from the anger.

Immediately, she chased after him and pulled his hand. Then, she walked directly in front of him,

blocking his path by hugging him. “Conrad, I’m sorry. Please don’t do this. I was wrong, and I shouldn’t

have suspected you. You’re the father of my unborn child. How could I not believe you? I was just too

dumb,” she said through choked sobs with red-rimmed eyes as tears flowed freely down her face.

Her despondent face looked so pitiful that it made one feel sorry for her.

Conrad ran his fingers through her long hair softly as he gazed down at the woman in his embrace and

said in a voice tinged with a trace of resentment, “Have we known each other for only a short period of

time? Is it such a short period that you don’t even trust me a little? Did you forget how I saved you

when Zac wanted to bring you to Castron that time? Did you forget our happy times together at Alpine

Ski Resort? Or do you feel that I don’t love you enough?”

Yvonne leaned into his embrace, nervous and scared, terrified that Conrad would leave and never

return.

She nodded like a lovesick woman and said aggrievedly, “Yes, you’re right, Conrad. I was wrong, and I

shouldn’t have suspected you. Will you please not be angry and forgive me this time?”

She gestured to the figure ‘one’ with her right index finger, looking so sincere, cute, and lovable.

Suddenly, a brilliant smile broke out on his gloomy face. “You’re such a silly girl.” He ruffled her hair

gently and then pulled her into a hug. “No, I’m not angry. How can I ever be mad at my little Princess

Yvie?”

In his arms, the submissive woman drowned in the immense atmosphere of love, and her mind was

overwhelmed with the sweetness it brought her. Nonetheless, she overlooked his smile, which was

gradually receding, and his eyes that had suddenly turned ruthless and vicious.

Next to them, Veronica felt like a third wheel, and hanging around wouldn’t help with anything.

At the end of the day, she could say with a clear conscience that she had already tried her best.

While Yvonne was in Conrad’s embrace, Veronica started to saunter off, and when she walked past

him, her eyes instinctively darted to him and saw a gleeful smile on the sexy and mature man’s face.

He also raised his brow as though mocking her for being nosey and gaining nothing in the end.

That expression was so hateful that she had the urge to take off her shoe and hit his face with it.

F*ck you, you manipulative assh*le!

Once she left the neighborhood, she drove off in her car.

Ring, ring.

Her phone started ringing, and when she whisked it out, she saw that it was Matthew calling her.

So, she parked her car on the side of the road, and regulated her emotions before picking up the call.

“You’re awake?”

“I’m having breakfast now. What about you? Have you slept?”

His voice was so husky and pleasant that it sent a shiver down her spine, and her horrible mood also

turned a little better because of his unexpected call.

“I’m preparing for bed now. Are you used to the things on that side?”

“Everything went smoothly.” After he said that, he paused and added, “I just can’t get used to not

having you around.”

“How come I never realized that you were such a flirt before this? We’ve been together for just a short

time, so can you please be more careful of what you’re saying?” she teased.

The man on the other end couldn’t help but laugh; the sound of his laughter was hearty and melodious.

“I’ve already transferred Thomas back, and he’ll be protecting you in the future. So, if there’s anything

that needs to be done, you can ask him to do it.”

Since the last time Thomas got the wrong idea about Veronica and even complained to Matthew that

she didn’t know what was best for her, he was transferred to Corey Island.

Initially, Matthew wanted to let him train on Corey Island for a few months, but alas, he was worried

about Veronica. Since he had business overseas, he transferred Thomas back to protect her.

“Forget it. I wouldn’t dare to ask Mr. Thomas to do anything,” she deliberately joked. “I’m just kidding.

Don’t worry, I’m fine. My master has arrived in Bloomstead today, and he’ll protect me from now on. Are

you still worried?”

“Master Crayson is here. Then, where are you staying?”

“A hotel.”

“Okay, take good care of yourself. I’m going to be busy for the next few days, and maybe I won’t be

able to contact you.”

“Alright, good luck with your work, and don’t worry about me.”

They chatted for a few more minutes before hanging up, and then Veronica drove back to the hotel.

There, she called her private investigator and asked about the situation in her neighborhood. The

moment the private investigator told her that everything was fine, only then did it set her mind at ease.