Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 682 Let's Go

That Nana Mae could come back, but she better not look for trouble. If she looked for trouble, then she couldn't blame him.

Henry put down his mobile phone and went to look at Yvonne who was on the bed. Her mouth moved and her cold eyebrows softened. Then, he leaned over and kissed her forehead gently.

The next day, Yvonne finally woke up.

When she woke up, there was an arm around her waist, which made her unable to move.

She opened her eyes, turned her head over, and saw that it was Henry. She chuckled lightly.

Henry didn't open his eyes. He let go of his hands on her waist and sat up from the bed. "You're awake?"

Yvonne said, "Yeah. Good morning, hubby."

Henry lifted her chin and lowered his head to kiss her. "Good morning, darling."

Yvonne quickly covered her mouth to prevent him from kissing her.

Henry's eyes darkened. "What's the matter?"

Yvonne hummed, "I haven't brushed my teeth!"

The coldness in Henry's eyes disappeared and he smiled. "It's okay, I don't mind. I haven't brushed mine

either."

With that, he was about to take her hand away.

Yvonne wasn't as strong as he was, so he took her hand away with ease.

He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips. At the same time, he took up the quilt with his other hand and covered himself and Yvonne.

As noon approached, Yvonne was lying beside him and her eyes were almost closed.

Henry hugged her. "Are you hungry?"

Yvonne rolled her eyes. "What do you think?"

She had been sleeping since she got on the plane yesterday. She hadn't eaten for almost a day and a night until now. Moreover, she was hungry when she woke up in the morning and she had no strength now.

Henry kissed Yvonne on the cheek, got up, took the phone beside the bed, and called the hotel reception for room service. "Hold on. I'll order lunch."

After ordering lunch, Henry put his phone away, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He bent down to carry Yvonne.

Yvonne widened her eyes. "What are you doing?"

Henry looked at her and answered, "I'll take you to a shower. The lunch should be delivered after the shower."

Yvonne shook her head and didn't want him to carry

her. "It's fine. I can do it myself."

Seeing Yvonne's reluctance, Henry pursed his thin lips, then looked at her with a smile. "Are you sure you can do it?"

Yvonne nodded without hesitation. "I'm sure!"

Henry was noncommittal and rubbed her hair. "Okay, stop making a fuss. Let me carry you."

This time, Yvonne didn't say anything else. She obediently stretched out her arms to let him carry her.

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She thought that Henry would do something to her in the shower, but to her surprise, Henry did nothing to her in the end. He helped to shower her seriously, wrapped her in a towel, and carried her back to the room.

After carrying her back to the room, Henry went back t o the bathroom and showered himself.

Lunch was delivered when he came out of the shower. It was so lavish that he couldn't wait to eat it.

Henry handed Yvonne a pile of knives and forks." Let's eat."

Yvonne hummed and started eating after taking them.

Henry sat opposite her, picked up the corkscrew, and opened a bottle of red wine. "Would you like some?"

Yvonne thought for a while, hesitated, and nodded." Sure."

"Okay." Henry picked up a wine glass and poured it for her.

After Yvonne took it, she held up her wine glass and said, "Cheers."

Henry smiled, raised his glass, and touched hers gently. "Cheers!"

Yvonne raised her head, sipped the wine, then put down her glass and continued eating.

Henry asked, "Where do you want to go later?"

Yvonne cut a piece of steak and put it into her mouth." I heard that today's a traditional festival in this country. There are big events in the evening, right?"

Henry nodded. "Yeah."

He heard about this too.

"Then let's go out for a stroll during the day. How about taking part in the activities at night?" Yvonne looked at him with bright eyes.

Henry smiled. "Sure, as long as you like it."

Yvonne clapped her hands. "So we've decided."

Then, they packed up and went out.

The time difference between this country and Canada would be only ten hours and the seasons were almost the opposite.

It was still very warm in Canada at this time, but it was very cold here.

Wearing a down jacket and a hat, Yvonne stood at the hotel entrance, preparing to stop a car.

Henry stopped her.

Yvonne looked at him in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"Put this on." Henry picked up a black scarf and put it around her neck, then wrapped it around twice.

With the protection of the scarf, Yvonne suddenly felt her empty neck warm up.

She raised her cold, flushed hand and touched the scarf around her neck, there was a trace of nostalgia i n her eyes. "This is the scarf I knitted for you before I went abroad."

"That's right." Henry looked at her. "I keep it with me all the time."

He still kept the things she gave him even when he lost his memory and forgot her at that time.

This was probably her physical reaction.

"That's great," Yvonne smiled, "but why did you think o f bringing it out? When did you put it in the luggage?"

She was curious.

Henry took her cold hand, put it to his mouth and gasped, then rubbed it twice, putting one into the pocket of his down jacket and another hand into the other pocket.

Luckily, his down jacket pockets were big enough to fit both big and small hands. It was just right.

Henry chuckled, "I prepared it earlier. I first learned about the basics of this country before we decided to come here. I knew it was cold here, so I brought it over. Now it proves that I made the right decision to bring it here."

Yvonne buried her head in his chest. "Henry, that's very nice of you."

Henry kissed Yvonne on the head and suggested, “I'll always treat you well as your husband. Well, there's a car coming. How about we go plaza to feed the pigeons first?"

This was what Shane suggested to him before coming.

He said that feeding pigeons was very romantic and girls liked it very much. He didn't know if it was true, but he could try it out.

Yvonne hadn't fed the pigeons before, but it sounded good. Her eyes brightened and she nodded. "Sure."

"Let's go." Henry took out a hand, pulled the car in front of him, and let her get in first.

Yvonne stooped to get into the car and Henry came in later. After telling the location to the driver, the car started driving.