After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen novel Chapter 245

Chapter 245 Squeezed into Yvette's Room
Isabel and Reggie both noticed and turned their gazes toward the restroom.

From early this morning, the two had been making noise without a break.

"The floor's wet, you're going to slip if you're not careful, right?" Max insisted on accompanying Yvette into the restroom.

Yvette rolled her eyes, moving her feet back and forth on the floor to prove a point to Max.

"Slippery? Where exactly? Tell me where it's slippery ... " Just as Yvette spoke, her foot suddenly lost traction and she slipped.

Oh no!

Yvette, stunned, was sent backward into Max's arms.

"Oh, I get it now! You pretended to slip to fall into my arms deliberately," Max teased while holding her.

Yvette really wanted to hit him.

"Screw you!"

Max ignored her ranting and kept going, "If you want me to spoil you, just ask. No need for all these tricks."

"Tricks, my foot!"

"Hey, stop swearing. It's not good for you."

Yvette punched Max in the chest.

"Ouch! My hand!" Yvette winced, shaking her hand in pain and glaring at his chest, "Why is it so hard?"

Max smugly opened his shirt, pounding his chest with a fist, making a "thump thump thump" sound. "Hard, huh? That's your reward, and your luck too."

Yvette was speechless.

"I really need to use the restroom, get out!"

She was about to explode.

Seeing Yvette like that, Max decided to stop teasing her and stepped back.

"Bang!" she slammed the door shut.

It was a close call—the door nearly hit Max's nose.

"You're tough, but I like that."

Hiss!

Isabel rolled her eyes, unable to handle it anymore.

Thankfully, her brother was right beside her.

Just as Isabel was thinking this, Max approached and fixed his gaze on Reggie.

"It's not proper for you and my wife to live together, so today I plan to take Yve with me. You don't mind, do you?"

Max was subtly testing the waters. While Reggie and Yvette were typically well-behaved, he wondered what might happen if they spent too much time together—could feelings develop?

Reggie wasn't naïve. He quickly caught the underlying meaning in Max's words.

"I've always seen Yve as a sister. If she wants to stay with me, that's her decision. If she wants to move out, that's her choice."

Yve ... that name felt strangely personal.

"Alright, I'll go upstairs and pack her things."

Isabel raised an eyebrow and said to Max, "Don't you think you should talk to Yve about this first?"

"What's there to talk about? She's my wife, and the wife should listen to her husband. That's final," Max said, turning to head upstairs.

"Max! You j*rk! If you touch my stuff, I swear I'll never forgive you!" Yvette stormed upstairs.

Max was taken aback by Yvette's reaction.

"Honey, calm down. You've still got our three babies to think about."

"They're mine, not yours!"

"Same thing, it's all the same," Max responded.

"Same thing my foot."

Isabel glanced at the innocent Reggie, who just shrugged in resignation.

A minute later, Max handed the plate to Yvette.

"Give me some food."

"Huh! Who do you think you are? Just because you ask, I'm supposed to serve you?" Yvette shot back, still with her hands on her hips.

"If you don't give me food today, I won't eat!"

"How childish! Whether you eat or not doesn't concern me. I'm not the one who is hungry," Yvette replied nonchalantly.

"If I don't eat, I'll eat you!"

The moment Max said this, the room went completely still.

After exchanging a knowing glance, Isabel and Reggie quietly went back to eating.

Yvette's face turned bright red, as if blood were about to spill from it.

"You ... you're so shameless!"

Max retorted, "What's the point of shame? Besides, wasn't it you who clung to me like an octopus in the first place, almost ... "

"Enough! Max! If you say one more word, you're going to regret it!" Yvette's face wasn't as thick-skinned as his, and she felt so embarrassed she wished she could hide in a hole.

If Max kept talking, he might just spill every detail.

He might be shameless, but Yvette still had some pride left.

"Fine, then. You can get some food for me," Max said, looking at her with satisfaction as she pouted. The more he saw her like a meek little wife, the more he enjoyed it.

To stop him from continuing, Yvette had no choice but to swallow her frustration and serve him a piece of meat.

"And a piece of chicken," Max added.

Yvette just stared, speechless.

After dinner, Yvette had barely opened the door to her room when Max boldly squeezed in before she could even close it.