Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 61 The Same Eyes

"Yes, Grandpa." Henry responded and gave Yvonne a meaningful stare before he left.

Stared at for no reason, Yvonne thought that there was something on her face and could not help feeling around for it.

Sue was there to clean up the table, so Yvonne grabbed her and asked, "Sue, look at me. Is there something on my face?"

Sue studied her face carefully. "No. It's fair and fresh, s o pretty!"

"Then why did Henry look at me like that just now..." she murmured to herself.

Sue smiled. "Sir probably thinks that madam's gotten prettier recently."

"Prettier?” Yvonne was startled before she laughed." It's impossible. I know what I look like. I'll call myself easy on the eyes at most. I'm not pretty."

Jacqueline was the pretty one. Her face was one that could compare to a celebrity's. If she were as gorgeous as Jacqueline, would Henry pay more attention to her?

"Madam, I’m not lying. After you got thinner recently, you're really prettier than before. You had a little baby fat in the past. Now that it's gone, it's like a transformation," Sue said seriously.

Yvonne stroked her face in a daze. "Really..." "Of course it's true. Take a look at the mirror if you don't believe it, madam," Sue encouraged.

Yvonne fished out her phone, then and glided to her front camera to use it as a mirror. It was either the face -slimming effect of the camera or a psychological effect from Sue’s words, but Yvonne thought that she did seem to be thinner than she was and looked a tiny bit better.

"Madam, I’m right, am I not?" Sue looked at her with a chuckle.

Yvonne kept her phone and coughed bashfully. "I think you are...”

"That's right. Madam is good looking. You're just not very confident. Your features are delicate, especially your eyes..." Sue stopped suddenly when she got there and looked rather surprised.

Yvonne got nervous for no reason. "Sue?"

She waved her hand in front of the housekeeper.

Sue snapped out of her trance. "Madam, I suddenly realize that you look quite alike to that woman from the Conrads."

"You mean Jacqueline?" Yvonne raised her brow.

"Yes. When I looked at your eyes just now, I thought they looked like hers. If I didn’t know that your parents were around, I'd think that you were sisters,"

Sue deadpanned.

It was Yvonne’s turn to be surprised. "Sisters? Do we look that similar?"

Sue nodded in certainty. "Your eyes really look like hers, but the rest of your features are only slightly alike."

Yvonne quieted down. She had a vague image of her facial features, merely knowing that she looked decent, thus she never thought about looking like anyone in the past.

Moreover, Sue would not lie. If she said so, it meant that she and Jacqueline must bear some slight resemblance.

Was it because of this that Henry had looked at her just now?

Thinking about it, Yvonne was slightly bitter. She could not help imagining outrageous scenarios of being a replacement.

“Madam, what are you thinking? I called you twice but you didn't answer." Sue tapped her shoulder.

Yvonne reeled back her thoughts and rubbed her cheeks to plaster on a smile. "Nothing. What’s up, Sue?"

"I brewed a pot of tea in the kitchen. Master asked for i t previously. Send it to him, madam." Sue gave her a task.

Yvonne hummed. "Sure."

She got up and followed Sue into the kitchen. Passing the tray of teapot and teacups to her carefully, Sue reminded Yvonne, "The tea is hot. Go slower when you go upstairs, madam.”

"Don't worry." Yvonne reassured her with a nod and headed up.

When she came to Henry's study room, she could only call from the outside as she had no more hands to knock at the door. "Grandpa."

"Is it Yvonne?" Old Lancaster stopped his conversation when he heard her voice and told Henry, "Open the door."

Henry frowned but did not say anything as he did what he was told.

"What are you doing up here?" he asked faintly, looking at Yvonne.

Yvonne lifted the tray in her hands. "Here’s Grandpa's tea."

"Give it to me," said Henry.

Knowing that they were in a discussion and she did not plan to go in, Yvonne placed the tray on the man's hands. "I'll go down then."

"Hold on," Henry called.

Yvonne turned to ask, "Is there anything else?"

"Did you tell Grandpa anything before this?" Henry narrowed his eyes.

Yvonne did not understand him. "When?”

"When I was changing upstairs."

"Oh..." Yvonne dragged out her reply and recalled it, fidgeting with the hem of her clothes and blushing. "I didn’t say much. Grandpa just asked if we had any good news for him."

"What good news?" It was Henry's turn to be confused.

Yvonne looked down, abashed. "Kids..."

Henry's expression was worth noting before he swiftly recovered to his aloof front. "Anything else other than that?"

"He asked about where the company is going for the team building too. Nothing else," Yvonne answered honestly.

Henry watched her in silence for some time before replying, "Okay, you may go now."

"Sure, bye!" Yvonne waved at him before leaving with a hum.

Henry watched her petite frame vanish and involuntarily felt sorry toward her. It seemed like he had misunderstood her. 1

When the old man scowled at him just now, he thought that she had told him about the bone marrow donation.

He would ask her if she needed anything later as compensation.

Henry then turned to close the door and returned to the study.

"Where's Yvonne?" Master Lancaster peeped behind him. "Why is it only you?"

Henry placed the tray down and answered indifferently while he poured tea. "She's just here to send the tea. She left."

"Where were we?" The old man took a sip of the tea his grandson passed him.

Henry seated himself down in front of the old man. " Looking for him."

"Oh, right." Old Lancaster put the teacup down and heaved a heavy sigh, "I wonder how that child is now"

"He should be alive.”

"Who knows... It's been more than twenty years.

There's a slim chance that he's still alive." The old man closed his eyes in grievance.

Unable to see the old man in sorrow, Henry got up and went behind him to massage his shoulders. "Don’t be sad, Grandpa. I'll find my younger brother.” 1

"Hopefully so," the old man sighed but did not bear much hope.

If he could really be found, they would have found him a long time ago. It would not have been over twenty years without any news. His poor grandson... He was abducted when he was only two years old. When they finally had an inkling of his news back then, his son and daughter-in-law were met with an accident while they were on their merry way to him. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Not only did that accident take Old Lancaster's son and daughter-in-law away from him, but it also took the last of his young grandson's news away!

"Henry...” The old man turned to look at the named man.

Henry stopped his ministration. "What is it, Grandpa?"

"If your younger brother can’t be found, you're my only grandson. The bloodline of the Lancasters mustn’t end here, do you understand?"

"I do," Henry replied with a nod.

Old Lancaster nodded in content. "That's good then. How's your arrangement regarding remembrance day?"