Mr. Jones Be Gentle (Grace) novel Chapter 1196

He heard Yvonne's low voice travel into his ears, "Zachary, I'm really afraid that you're still angry with me. I'm afraid that you won't forgive me, and I'll lose you again. I only have you and Maria now. Maria still refuses to forgive me; I know it's my fault. I don't care about what the others think; I only care about you and Maria."

Zachary's heart tightened when he heard her words.

He remained motionless and silently allowed Yvonne to lean against his shoulder.

"I shouldn't have given Maria to you like that. I felt very guilty, honestly. Back then, I thought, if I gave her to you, you wouldn't look for another woman so easily with a child around. And perhaps I would still have a chance if I come back."

Zachary was stunned for a moment. He knew that she had gone to the United States to get treated, but he did not expect her to have such a thought.

'"m also awful. I thought that if you had Maria by your side, you would think of me occasionally. At least, you would not get married so easily, but I did not expect you to really forgive me.

"How can a woman like me ask for your forgiveness, let alone marry you?"

"Silly girl," Zachary reached out to hug her and took her into his arms, whispering, "You silly girl. Do I look like a man who changes his love so easily? I am very persistent."

"I know," She nodded.

Zachary picked her up, sat down on the sofa, and let her sit on his lap.

Yvonne did not resist. She sat on Zachary's lap obediently and rested her face on his chest.

"Zachary, have you been well in the past few years?" Yvonne asked in a muffled voice.

Zachary was stunned and paused for a few seconds. After a long while, he said, "No."

Yvonne's heart clenched tightly; her heart ached.

She knew that feeling exactly.

Loneliness aside, what was more was an inexplicable feeling of being wronged.

After being broken up inexplicably, how could he not feel depressed and angry?

"Zachary."

"You didn't do well either," Zachary said, "You don't have to comfort me, and you don't have to feel guilty for me."

Yvonne paused for a moment. She was indeed living miserably during those years.

However, she still had Maria to rely on, but what about Zachary?

What and who could he rely on?

"Zachary, you hate me, don't you?"

Zachary paused for a few seconds and admitted, "Yes, I hated you before. But if this feeling of hate I had all stemmed from my love towards you."

"Zachary, I'm sorry," Yvonne apologized again.

Zachary sighed and said, "Days were indeed unbearable back then, so I drowned myself in my studies. That's why I was able to achieve such a great degree. All thanks to those lonely days, it was smooth sailing for me when I came back to establish my company, and the family business also came back to life when I took over."

It was the same for Yvonne too.

To get closer to him, she forced herself to study hard while taking care of Maria. In the end, she was also able to achieve a good degree.

If his career took off, but she was still walking at the same pace, even if he still loved her, how could she catch up to him?

Therefore, she worked hard; so that she could stand beside him.

"I couldn't stop. If I did, I wouldn't be able to sleep." Zachary said, "I couldn't fall asleep for the first few years; until I saw you in the United States. I felt useless seeing that you were doing well while I was still trapped in the world that had you."

Insomnia?

It was the same for Yvonne too.

She also had insomnia. Not only was she not able to sleep, but she also dreamed a lot. She always dreamed of Zachary questioning her. When she woke up, her pillow was always wet with tears.

She thought of the moments she was with him in detail. It was simple and so beautiful.

Every time she saw Maria, she missed Zachary even more. Because she missed Zachary, she chose to work at the place closest to him.

He didn't know how many times she had peeped at him.

He tried very hard to study, so hard that he almost had no distractions. Sometimes he didn't even know that she was looking at him from a distance.

Sometimes, when he was surrounded by foreign women who showed their love to him, he would turn them down with a cold face.

She knew all of this.

She was sad but gratified.

She had looked at him many times, but he had only seen her once.

His words; he seemed to be hinting at something.

"Honey, tell me, what do you want to do?"

It was as if the way he addressed her had scalded Yvonne. She suddenly raised her head.

"Uh!" Zachary's jaw was hit.

He let out a cry of surprise.

Yvonne covered her head and looked at him. When she saw that he was frowning from pain, she quickly reached out her hand to touch his chin. "Did I knock into you? Does it hurt?"

Zachary didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he looked at her. His eyes were deep, and he shook his head. "No. It's not my chin that's hurting."

He was hinting at a double entendre.

After a second of deep thought, she immediately understood what he was implying, and her face immediately became red.

Zachary held her in his arms again.

Just as Yvonne wanted to say something, Zachary kissed her. The man already had an idea the moment she sat on his lap.

His handsome face was a bit depressed, being tormented by his thoughts.

Yvonne originally wanted to push him away. But when she thought about their encounter earlier that day, she let him do as he pleased.

She didn't refuse him. Just like that, she obliged and responded to him.

What happened after that was within expectations.

The both of them got a little out of control.

But at the most critical moment, Zachary still let her go.

Feeling a little empty, Yvonne raised her eyes to look at Zachary, her eyes full of questions.

Zachary's handsome face was full of suppressed bitterness. There was no relief, only more desire.

"We still have to go out in a while; I'm worried we might not be able to make it in time," He felt that once they started, he would not be able to hold back and keep wanting her more.