Chapter 950
"I never said Ellen wouldn't come back," Yvette murmured, leaning lazily against Wilson's chest, her innocent, wide eyes blinking up at him.
Her righteous tone only made Wilson more amused. His large hand gently held her waist, and his deep, magnetic voice was a mix of indulgence and teasing.
"Of course, my baby is never wrong."
A deliberately loud cough interrupted their moment.
"Jacob!" Yvette exclaimed.
Jacob's gaze toward her was as doting as ever, his voice dripping with tenderness. "Yvie, head back to your room. I need to have a word with him."
Yvette hesitated, her gaze flickering between the two.
Jacob caught her hesitation and ruffled her hair gently. "What, Yvie? Afraid I'll beat him up? Don't worry. I won't lay a finger on him."
Wilson had already wormed his way into their mother's good graces and, worse, into Yvette's heart. For now, Jacob had to bide his time. It wasn't the perfect time to beat him up yet.
Satisfied with his reassurance, Yvette nodded. "Al

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