Chapter 551

Wilson nodded, his gaze lingering on Yvette—nestled in his arms—as if he could never get enough of her. Samuel silently marveled at the scene from the rearview mirror, careful not to make a sound as he drove toward the manor. "Mr. Quinn." As Wilson stepped out of the car, the butler hurried forward, respectfully calling out to him. Before he could finish his sentence, Wilson shot him a cold glance, his displeasure palpable. "Shut up." Only then did the butler notice the woman sleeping in Wilson's arms. He promptly fell silent. Yvette frowned slightly. Her sleep was interrupted, but she was too exhausted to wake fully. Hence, she nestled deeper into Wilson's embrace and drifted back to sleep. Wilson's heart softened, and he gently carried her toward the bedroom. The housekeepers watched in shock and envy, afraid to make a sound lest they wake Yvette. Wilson carefully laid Yvette down on the bed and tenderly tucked her in. He then stroked her face a few times before reluctantly