Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 81

“I’m not a picky eater. Thank you, I appreciate it,” Yvonne replied politely.

Bennett, an early riser, had already eaten his breakfast.

Yvonne found herself alone at the dining table. As she ate, Helen bustled around the kitchen, clearing away dishes.

Helen was a talker, and she chattered away as she worked. “You young girls are all the same, so careless with your health. I saw you this morning, walking out of your room in that thin dress, barefoot. It may be spring, but these floors are still ice-cold. You’ll catch your death, and what a misery that is. It’s especially bad for women, you know. That kind of chill can lead to terrible monthly cramps.”

“You’re right. I’ll be more careful in the future,” Yvonne said, her head bowed as she sipped her porridge. Helen’s words seemed to send her into a brief trance before she murmured a response.

Just as Yvonne finished her breakfast and returned to her room, the phone on her nightstand began to ring. It was Matthew.

“Mr. Spencer and your mother said you didn’t come home last night. Where are you?” Matthew’s accusatory tone crackled through the phone.

“What business is it of yours?” Yvonne shot back without hesitation.

“I saw a man with you at the courthouse yesterday. Did you spend the night with him?” Matthew’s voice was laced with cold fury. “Yvonne, we haven’t officially called off the engagement yet. I suggest you show a little restraint!”

A humorless laugh escaped Yvonne’s lips. “Oh, so now you remember we’re still engaged. You’ve been sleeping with Queena for so long, you’ve made a complete fool of me.”

As the company grew and moved into the new tower, Matthew found a flimsy excuse to stop her from visiting. Aware of the staff’s dislike, she hadn’t pressed the issue, never understanding that their attitude was a direct reflection of his. They looked down on her, thinking she was provincial and tiresome, because that was exactly how Matthew saw her.

Today, Yvonne was dressed in a white chiffon blouse and a long red skirt, her hair pulled into a chic top knot that exposed the elegant line of her neck. It was a beautiful, eye-catching ensemble. The click of her heels on the polished floor and her powerful aura made her impossible to ignore as she entered the lobby.

“Good afternoon, miss. Are you here for a business meeting?” the receptionist asked, standing with a polite smile.

“I’m here to see Matthew,” Yvonne stated.