Tempting my Twin Sister's Husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

"You can put your other things here," Clyde offered after the small celebration ended.Well, it wasn’t the end, but Trisha had already passed out from drinking, and Damon had already carried her from the other room to accompany his drunk girlfriend while the two were left outside, still sober enough to continue drinking.Clyde is always amazed at how Yvette has such a high tolerance for alcohol that even if you’d drink with her every morning, she would still carry herself like she’s never drunk at all."I won’t come here often. You’re coming to Paris, not the other way around, Clyde. If you wanna see me, then—""I know, Mrs. Smith. My point here is that you might like putting your things in your husband’s penthouse." He arched his brow; his tone was taunting.Yvette looked at him as she scoffed at the way he called her Mrs. Smith, thinking she was really his wife now."Mrs. Smith, my ass," she said, shaking her head, her lips stretching for a smile as she sipped on her drink.Clyde pu

"Well, hello there, lovebirds..." Damon flashed his smirk as soon as he went out with Trisha, who was just rubbing her puffy eyes.Trisha looked at Yvette with a surreptitious grin on her lips as they waited for her to join them for breakfast."Wow. You two were so early. And you already showered. Yvette is really an early bird. Oh, how I remember sleeping with her that she would always get up early in the morning to take a bath while I'm still snoring!" Trishia said to herself as Damon pulled the chair for her.Clyde noticed it too when they were in Paris. Yvette is independent. She would always start her day by being productive."I'm also waking up early so I can start my day at six in the morning," Clyde mentioned while his eyes were on his plate."Are you low-key saying that you're fit as Yvette's husband because you can join her for being an early bird?" Damon chuckled while pouring juice for his girlfriend.Clyde just shrugged while Yvette just sipped on her water, unfazed by Da

Yvette started socializing with the others, while Blake couldn't seem to get enough of her, so he would insert himself in every group where Yvette was.And every time she would throw a glance at where Clyde was, she would always find his eyes looking at her surreptitiously.Her phone beeped. She checked it and saw the familiar number flash on the screen.Clyde: I want you with the girls...Her brow shot up. She knew what Clyde was talking about because she was now surrounded by men who are giddily talking to her, including Blake."So what was that family that Rogue released as a teaser, huh? Are you already planning to build a family? Perhaps a spoiler that you're already going to marry?" one of the men pointed out, which is the son of a big brand as well.Yvette started typing a reply for Clyde.Yvette: Like how you were surrounded by the girls too?Yvette took her eyes off her phone for a minute to participate in the topic."It's a spoiler that she's going to say yes to me one of

Yvette couldn't take her eyes off his massiveness when Clyde stipped right in front of her, taking his shirt off until it fell on the ground and pushing the remaining clothes until he was naked.Yvette's eyes grazed on his stomach and down his firm legs as her eyes settled on the thickness of his shaft, which looked erect but wasn't. She sipped on her wine just to ease what was choking her in her throat.Clyde went into the water and sat on the other edge of the tub. He spread his legs and rested them on the sides, as he could feel Yvette's feet in between them.Yvette looked at her intensely as she sipped on her wine again, remembering what Clyde said earlier."Why? Your wife is single. Isn't she allowed to get pursued by men?" she arched her brow.Yvette would always remind him what their setup is and that they aren't in love with each other. But sometimes he just wants to tell her that he wants a deeper relationship with her. But he knows it would be too much to ask. Yvette might o

On that day, Yvette attended one of her schedules, but in the middle of the work, she couldn't help but think about what happened while Clyde was too sleepy, and he waited for her until she finished blow-drying her hair and joined her on the bed as well.There's something about it that she likes, but at the same time, she hates it."You looked bothered, Yvette," her make-up artist pointed out, and she slowly realized it reflected on her expression while she sat in front of the mirror.She relaxed her furrowed brows as she looked at the mirror when she realized that she was spacing out just because of what happened."Is it because of the rumor?" her hairstylist, who was busy styling her hair, asked softly."What rumor?" Yvette asked absentmindedly.She's in her dressing room with her name outside the door of the show she's in for an interview on one of the well-known talk shows in Hollywood, which has the name of the interviewer himself."You know, everyone's speculating about Mr. Smit