Chapter 39
Yvette Larson rushed down and kicked her husband’s room open. Then, she picked up his quilt and threw it out.
After doing so, she slammed the door shut.
Even she didn’t know why she had done so.
There was nothing between her and Finn Taylor except for a title.
In fact, he had already told her that he likely wouldn’t be back. Nonetheless, her feathers had been ruffled when he didn’t return home.
‘Sleep!’ Yvette Larson decided not to think about Finn Taylor anymore and to go to bed.
However, she tossed and turned. It was already three o’clock when she glanced at the clock, yet she was still wide awake.
Yvette Larson went downstairs once more and threw Finn Taylor’s pillow and clothes out as well. Then, she returned to bed.
Still, she remained wide awake at five in the morning.
She once again headed downstairs and tossed her spouse’s towel, toothbrush, and toothpaste out of the house. Then, she returned to bed yet again.
Finally, at seven in the morning, she was awoken by Linda James’s piercing scream.
Yvette hadn’t slept a wink throughout the night.
She trodded downstairs blearily.
“Why are all these things outside? Have we been robbed, or did that b*stard run away?” Linda James pointed at the pile of things outside.
“I thought something happened. I was the one who threw them out.” Yvette Larson decided to head upstairs and go back to sleep.
She would have to apply for leave for the day. Even if she were to turn up for work, she would probably fall asleep there too.
“You threw them out? Why did you do that? Oh, I know! Did that b*stard bully you? Finn Taylor! Finn Taylor, you’d better come out!”
Yvette Larson clasped her palms together. “Mom, I’m begging you to stop screaming. He didn’t come home last night. Let me have some sleep, and stop disturbing me.”
With that, Yvette Larson rushed upstairs. She put on an eye mask and stuffed earplugs into her ears to sleep peacefully.
“He didn’t come home?” Linda James was stunned. ‘Finn Taylor didn’t return?’
“No, where could Finn Taylor have gone? Why didn’t he come back home? If he’s not home, who’s going to cook our meals? Why is the floor so dirty? Nobody has swept the floor. No, what are we going to eat?”
“What does he mean by this? He married into our family, and we fed him and clothed him. We even gave him a roof over his head, but he just left like that! He’s heartless. Even a dog would know to wag its tail at me. Tell me again why we agreed to this marriage in the first place. What is he trying to do this time?”
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Finn Taylor had spent the night at Lushwood Resort.
The night had been eventful. Because of Finn Taylor, all those related to Roland Kleine had disappeared.
He didn’t bother asking whether Swallowtail and Merlin had killed them all or what they had done to them.
After waking, he simply gathered a bouquet of flowers from the hills. Then, he said, “Let’s go home!”
Upon entering central San Francisco, Finn Taylor’s powerful and domineering aura suddenly disappeared. He returned to being the Larson family’s matrilocal son-in-law and returned home.
Looking at his things outside the door, he did not get angry. Instead, he simply picked them up and walked in.
Seeing him enter the house, Linda James picked up the broom in anger and struck him with it. “Tell me where you were last night.”
No sooner had she asked this question than Yvette Larson rushed out of her room.
Seeing that Finn Taylor was alive and well, a smile found its way onto her face.
Finn Taylor shook the flowers in his hands. “I picked these for you.”
Yvette Larson blushed, realizing that she shouldn’t have rushed out of her room in such a hurry. It made her seem as though she was terribly concerned about him.
As such, she returned to her room.
Finn Taylor looked toward his wife, who was rushing up the stairs. He had seen everything.
Her eye bags were obvious. It was clear that she hadn’t slept a wink while worrying about him.
“What do you want? Where did you go last night? I’ll make you sleep in the toilet tonight if you don’t confess. How dare you stay out? Hurry up and cook breakfast. Are you trying to starve us?” Linda James struck Finn Taylor viciously once more before flinging the broom onto the ground.
She stood there, huffing. The sight of Finn Taylor annoyed her.
“Don’t get upset. Finn Taylor, I’m not trying to scold you. You were the one who made a mistake in the first place. Look at what you’ve been up to recently. Who allowed you to make a decision regarding the Volunteering Day at the kindergarten? Who allowed you to bring Yvette to the Fleming family’s house alone? Most importantly, how could you be so confident as to ask Yvette to settle the accounts with Quince Larson?”
“Don’t tell me that you ended up the winner in all three instances. Don’t you know that our family would’ve been ruined if you lost even once? Don’t say anything. Hurry up and make our breakfast. You won’t be allowed to eat at the dining table from now on.”
“There are rules for matrilocal spouses. How could a matrilocal son-in-law think of becoming the family head? I’m still alive. You’re in no place to make any decisions in this family.”
Finn Taylor shrugged without retorting him. He knew that an argument was sure to break out otherwise.
Then, Yvette Larson would be stuck between them.
He simply treated it as though he had heard nothing.
Finn Taylor placed his things in his room and got busy in the kitchen.
Very soon, Yvette Larson came downstairs as well. She leaned against the kitchen door and smiled as she watched her husband working in the kitchen. “You must feel upset being lectured by my parents.”
Finn Taylor washed a tomato and handed it to Yvette Larson. “No, they were right. I shouldn’t have interfered.”
Yvette Larson took the tomato and took a bite of it. “Can’t you be more firm?”
“Why? I’m going to continue cooking. You can return to bed.” Finn Taylor had noticed that his wife hadn’t slept at all throughout the night.
The moment Yvette Larson heard those words, she felt a little guilty. ‘I’ve already touched up my makeup earlier to hide my dark circles. Did Finn Taylor see through that?’
However, she was truly sleepy now.
“Alright, call me when you’re done.” Yvette Larson stealthily returned to her room as though she had committed a crime.
After he was done cooking, Finn Taylor brought breakfast up to his wife.
Seeing that she was still fast asleep, he placed the tray down softly, not wanting to disturb her.
Just as he was about to leave, his gaze fell on a piece of jade on her vanity table.
He walked over carefully and picked the piece of jade up.
It was a jade piece in a circular shape, carved with a phoenix. It seemed to signify a noble intention and meaning. However, a corner of the phoenix seemed to be broken, and it looked as though the phoenix was crying.
This was a curse!
In an instant, Finn Taylor flew into a rage.