The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 129

The security guards all recognized Lindsay. None of them dared to hit back, so they could only defend themselves.

The chaos was getting out of hand. Yves realized that if this went on, things between Lindsay and Alexia would only get worse.

“Enough! Let her leave,” he commanded.

At his word, Lindsay halted, fists still clenched. The guards at the front door instinctively stepped aside, clearing a path for her.

“Lindsay, take the night to cool off. I’ll come find you tomorrow,” Yves said softly.

Without a word, Lindsay’s face remained cold and unreadable as she spun around and strode out.

Yves watched her retreating figure until she vanished from sight, only then lowering his gaze.

He turned to Bertha, who’d been standing off to the side, watching the whole scene unfold with barely disguised interest. His tone was icy. “You really do play your part well, Bertha.”

Only a handful of his most trusted people knew he’d brought Alexia back to Luna Lofts. How else would Bertha have found out, unless Alexia had told her?

Bertha snapped out of her daze and hurried to explain. “Yves, I had nothing to do with this. I just saw Lindsay heading out alone so late and followed her to make sure she was alright.”

“Show Mrs. Quigley out,” Yves ordered coldly with a sharp wave of his hand. The butler immediately stepped forward and gestured politely. “Mrs. Bertha Quigley, this way, please.”

Once Bertha had left, Yves headed upstairs to Alexia’s bedroom.

Before he could say a word, Alexia spoke up, “Mr. Quigley, did you explain everything to Ms. Nelson? Please don’t fight because of me.”

Yves stared at her, his expression unreadable, his voice colder than ever. “Isn’t this exactly what you wanted?”

“What is it?” she whispered.

“You need to show her some respect.”

A woman’s true feelings about a man always show in how she refers to his wife. With Alexia, her intentions couldn’t have been clearer.

Alexia’s tears stopped abruptly, disbelief flickering in her eyes. Was their relationship truly so unshakeable?

“Take care of yourself, Alexia. If you try something like this again, I won’t care that you’re Charles' sister.” With that, Yves turned his wheelchair and left the room.

The moment his wheels crossed the threshold, Alexia’s demeanor shattered. In a fit of rage, she swept everything off her bed and hurled it to the floor. As she vented, it was as if her injury had never existed—her hands didn’t even seem to feel the pain.