The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 87

In her past life, she’d barely paid attention to Yves, let alone shown any interest in his love life.

Now, Yves couldn’t help but laugh at the sour look on Lindsay’s face. He reached out, gently cupping her cheeks in his large hand. “Jealous, are we?”

“You still haven’t answered my question,” Lindsay muttered, puffing out her cheeks. She wasn’t even sure if she really was jealous—all she knew was that she felt downright annoyed, like something that belonged to her had been touched by someone else.

Yves pulled her close, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of her head. His voice was warm and reassuring. “There’s only you. No one else.”

“Yeah, right. You’re way too experienced for that to be true,” Lindsay retorted, clearly unconvinced. She had the distinct feeling Yves was trying to pull a fast one on her.

With a helpless smile, Yves shook his head. “Let’s just say, when a man doesn’t have a woman, he gets pretty good with his own hands. If I’d had someone, would I need to?”

She had to admit, crude as it sounded, he had a point. Still, with a man like Yves—his status, his connections—if he wanted a woman, there was no way he couldn’t have one. Those business partners of his would trip over themselves to introduce him to beautiful women.

“What’s that mind of yours cooking up now?” Yves chuckled, gently tapping the top of her head with his finger.

“Nothing,” Lindsay replied, her voice muffled, her face blank. It was obvious she was sulking.

Yves caught the look on her face, and his expression turned serious. “If you really don’t believe me, want me to go get checked out? Prove it?”

Lindsay stared at him, momentarily stunned. Her brows knitted together. “You can even check for that?”

“If you want, anything’s possible.”

She scoffed, “Forget it, it’s not a big deal anyway.”

“But you sure seem upset. Jealous, even.” Yves, in truth, was secretly delighted. After all, if a woman gets jealous over a man, it means there’s a place for him in her heart.

Lindsay simply huffed, rolling over and turning her back to him, making her displeasure crystal clear.

Yves only laughed louder, his chuckles echoing throughout the bedroom—a sound that grated on Lindsay’s nerves.

She whipped around, glaring at him, and pinched his side—hard—making him yelp.

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