The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 149

“Husband?”

Lindsay arched an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her lips as she teased Yves. “Oh? Husband, now? That’s funny, because just a couple of days ago, you were defending someone else.”

Yves knew he’d messed up. “You’re right, I screwed up. But you’re too smart not to see we both walked right into a trap.”

He didn’t just admit fault—he made sure to flatter her, too.

Lindsay shot back, “So what? Weren’t we both willing participants?”

Yves fell silent, mulling over her words before answering, “You went along with it because you care about me. I did it because I felt guilty about Charles. That’s what they exploited—our weaknesses. After that night, I warned Alexia. She shouldn’t dare try anything again.”

Lindsay agreed with most of what he said, but that last part? She didn’t buy it for a second.

She doubted Alexia even knew how to admit fault, let alone back off so easily. If anything, the way Alexia had orchestrated things lately made it clear: Kris wasn’t her target anymore—Yves was.

Why was Alexia after Yves this time around? Lindsay could only think of one reason—they were cut from the same cloth.

“She won’t stop until she gets what she wants.”

“I made it clear to her that night,” Yves said firmly. “If she tries again, I won’t spare Charles' feelings. Whether she disappears from this world or not, she won’t ever set foot in Skyrim again.”

Lindsay was exhausted. Dealing with people took energy, and tonight, she’d had enough.

“Whatever. I’m done worrying about her. I need some sleep.”

“What about me?” Yves asked softly, genuinely.

Lindsay glanced at the gift he’d placed on his lap. She took it from him, her tone light but final. “Thanks for the apology and the gift. I accept both. You can go now.”

Yves blinked. “…”

He tried again, voice gentle. “Lindsay, I’m not exactly mobile right now. Mind if I crash at Pine Residences tonight?”

[That’s good!] Cheryl shot back. [Look at it this way: if she’s angry, it means she cares. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t bother getting jealous.]

Yves had to admit, as blunt as Cheryl was, she had a point.

[Go see her at Bloom tomorrow,] she added. [She’ll be in a great mood. You’ll have a real shot.]

Yves frowned. [How do you know she’ll be in a good mood? What if she’s not, and I show up there just to get roasted?]

[Psychics might lie to you, but I never do,] Cheryl replied. [Just trust me. Tomorrow, Lindsay’s mood will be as bright as a summer day.]

[If she and I still aren’t on good terms tomorrow, I’m tossing you in Cyrodiil,] Yves threatened.

[No way! I only guarantee Lindsay will be in a good mood—not that you two will magically make up. You made this mess, don’t blame me if you can’t fix it.]

Yves tossed his phone aside and told the driver to head home.