Noble Husband At the Door
Chapter 68

Chapter 68

Samuel had just finished his final gulp of soup when Yvonne returned to the room. She blocked him

when h e got up and wanted to throw the cup away.

"I'll help you throw it."

Before Samuel could react, Yvonne had already snatched the empty container from his hands.

He noticed her shame-filled expression. He smiled and asked, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Yvonne dipped her head. She could not get the two hundred thousand her mother needed from the

company. The Sues were her family, but even her grandmother suspected that she had filled her

pockets with the company’s profits to buy the Audis, although she would never do such a thing. 1

That was why Yvonne decided that she could only borrow the money from her husband after she made

the promise to Lydia.

"You sleep on the bed tonight. I want to sleep on the floor," she said.

Samuel looked at her, a wry smile twisting his lips." Just say whatever you want to say,” he said.

This was the first time throughout the three years of their marriage that Yvonne wanted to talk about

money with Samuel. She did not know how to say it. It

was as though a stone had lodged itself in her throat.

"You need two hundred thousand bucks?” Samuel said it for her, seeing as how she could not bring

herself to do it.

"Don't worry. I'll definitely return the money to you." Yvonne did not think that she sounded sincere

enough after saying that, so she added, "If you don't believe me, I'll give you an invoice. Guaranteed by

my upstanding morals."

Samuel could not help but burst out laughing.

Yvonne did not know why he was laughing. "Is it so funny?" she asked suspiciously. "You don't want to

lend the money to me. Is that it?"

He released a long breath. His eyes filled with affection when he looked at Yvonne. "My money is your

money too," he said. "Don't mention two hundred thousand. Even if it was two... Ahem, whatever it is,

I'll just give it to you. How could you ask to pay me back?"

Samuel almost said 'two billion'. Thank goodness he managed to swallow his words before they got

out. He would not know how to explain it to Yvonne otherwise.

"No way. I’ll write a loan receipt." Yvonne scrabbled for a pen and paper, and earnestly wrote down the

sum and the date of the loan. She signed it off at the bottom of the page.

Samuel silently took the receipt when she thrust it toward him. However, he knew that Yvonne was full

o f integrity. If not, it would have been easy to take the money out of the company.

"All right. I’ll get the money for you tomorrow," Samuel said.

"Then you’ll sleep on the bed? It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity," Yvonne asked, overflowing with

happiness.

Samuel cleared his throat. "Will you be on the bed?" he asked.