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Chapter 862 novel Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson)

The pile of gifts was staggering, nearly covering the entire room. Yvette stared at the mountain of presents, her lips twitching in disbelief. How long would it take to open all of them?

Wilson stepped forward at that moment, holding out a beautifully wrapped box. His deep voice was warm as he said, "Baby, I have something special for you. I designed it myself. I hope you like it."

She took the box, her curiosity piqued. Inside, nestled in silk, was a brooch—a stunning rose crafted from ruby gemstones so vivid it looked almost alive. Her initials were engraved with delicate precision at the base of the piece.

Seeing this, Jacob and Adam exchanged knowing looks, their fists clenching. Wilson had convinced them to pool their gifts into one massive pile for Yvette to enjoy, yet here he was presenting his own separately. The audacity!

Before Wilson could continue, Sean cut him off intentionally, saying, "Yvie, come have some cake! The birthday girl gets the first slice."

Wilson shot a sharp glare at the Murray brothers, his jaw tightening in frustration. He was moments away from throwing them all out.

Meanwhile, Jacob and the others shared the same sentiment—Wilson was an usurper, stealing away their beloved sister, and they would gladly see him gone.

After eating the cake, the evening began winding down. Martha and Irwin, along with the other older guests, retired for the night. But the younger group—Ellen, Nancy, and the rest—were just getting started.

Having indulged in one too many glasses of wine, Yvette wasn't loud or wild. She sat quietly on the couch, her cheeks flushed, her wide eyes glazed with a soft, tipsy warmth. She looked so serene that it tugged at Wilson's heart.

"Let me take you to bed," he murmured gently.

She blinked at him, her lashes fluttering like butterfly wings, and nodded. "Okay."

Wilson's expression softened even more as he scooped her up effortlessly into his arms. Cradling her like a princess, he carried her upstairs to her bedroom.

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