True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)
Chapter 1173

After returning to the company, Zachary tried his best to control his emotions. He glanced at Yvonne, who was sitting in her spot. She looked very constrained, and her complexion wasn't good, yet she was still trying to sit straight.

Zachary did not bother Yvonne at that time.

He entered his office and sat on the executive chair. He tried to rest but couldn't calm down after a long time.

He wanted to replace Yvonne immediately and ask her the truth. But he also understood that given Yvonne's current situation, she would probably just panic.

He took out his phone and dialed a number. "Aidan, go to Southland and investigate Yvonne's family's current situation."

"Yes, Sir!"

After putting down the phone, Zachary felt that his heart was lighter now. The hatred that had piled up deep in his heart over the years seemed to have disappeared. However, what was left were sadness, regret, and guilt.

She was very ill.

Zachary looked through the file Fabian had given him and found that her treatment plan was all dense paragraphs of English.

Zachary's heart instantly tensed up. Yvonne didn't go there to enjoy her life, nor did she deliberately leave her child behind.

She was ill.

As he read through the document, he could imagine how helpless Yvonne felt at that time. She was probably afraid that she could not live long.

Therefore, she left the child with him using that way. She probably thought that if she could not live, he would hate her anyway.

This woman was always self-righteous.

Zachary also felt deeply incapable. If only she had believed in him and relied on him.

However, she did not dare to do so.

Zachary closed his eyes. His brows were full of sorrow, and his breathing was also rapid.

The more he read, the more shocked he felt.

What kind of treatment had this woman suffered to appear in front of him, looking healthy.

Thinking of all this, Zachary's thoughts became chaotic again.

Right now, he really wanted to call Yvonne in and hold her in his arms so that they could share their love and have a heartfelt moment. However, his heart was in a total mess.

After reading the treatment report, he slumped in his chair, motionless for a long time.

Knock! Knock! Knock! The sound of knocking disturbed his moment of silence.

Zachary immediately opened his drawer and put the document in it. Then, he said, "Come in."

Yvonne pushed the door open and walked in.

Zachary glanced at Yvonne.

Yvonne also glanced at him.

They looked into each other's eyes.

Zachary stared deeply at Yvonne. His deep eyes were full of emotions.

He didn't say a word and just watched Yvonne enter. She didn't close the door either.

She went straight to him, put a stack of materials on his table, and said, "These are the documents that were just sorted. Take a look at it when you are free, President." Zachary didn't even look at the materials. He just looked at Yvonne.

She was very calm. Although she looked at him, there were not many emotions in her eyes.

It was as if nothing had happened before.

She was used to acting calm.

This woman's ability to act calm was much better than ordinary people's.

Zachary looked at her and did not say a word for a long time.

"President?" Yvonne saw that he was looking at her and didn't respond to her at all. She couldn't help but remind him. "When you have time, remember to read through the information." "Mhm." Zachary replied and immediately came back to his senses. He shifted his gaze away from Yvonne.

He looked away and said nothing.

"I'm going out," Yvonne said.

Zachary immediately said, "Coffee, I want a pot of coffee."

Yvonne was stunned, immediately she replied, "Okay!"

Then, she went to the pantry to make some coffee for him.

It was quiet outside.

Yvonne quietly brewed the coffee.

Zachary had gotten up and closed the door to his office, then went to the pantry.

He stood in the doorway of the pantry and looked at her elegant figure with subtle tenderness in his eyes.

Yvonne sensed that someone was near and immediately turned around to look.

Zachary was in front of her again.

He looked at her without saying a word, and his eyes were surging with emotions. Yvonne was shocked. Her hand trembled, nearly breaking the cup with a spoon.

The next second, Zachary walked over and blocked her between the bar and himself.

His deep breath could be heard as he looked at her, eyes flooded with emotions that could drown her. "Zachary," Yvonne whispered.

At times like this, she would forget the change in status between the President and Zachary.

In her heart, he was Zachary.

She would constantly forget about his identity as President.

Because she only cared about Zachary.

Zachary moved closer to her.

Yvonne had no choice but to move back. There was no way for her to retreat, so she could only lean back. Zachary's body was very heavy, and it was almost sticking to her. The pressure around him made her scared.

The man clasped his hand on her shoulder, but his action was light and gentle.

Yvonne was shocked. She looked into Zachary's bloodshot eyes.

"Zachary!"

She wanted to stop him and ask him what happened, but the next second, the man's lips fell on hers domineeringly.

In a trance, she felt a familiar and overbearing sense.

He had a faint smell of tobacco; this was a smell only he had.

Yvonne was confused.

What happened to him?

He was about to take away all her focus as she fell into a trance.

This was how domineering he was, not allowing her to reject or ponder over it.

It was not until he was done that he let her go a little.

Their foreheads were still pressed against each other's, and their faces were very close.

Zachary's nose could still touch hers, and their breaths intertwined with each other.

Yvonne gasped for air as her mind went blank.

She was trying hard to understand what was going on.

He suddenly became domineering but gentle.

He was so gentle that she could not help but feel intoxicated.

Yvonne forgot to say anything for a long time. Only when her breath became a bit more steady did she gasp and ask, "What... what happened to you?"

Zachary did not say a word. He kissed her once again and sealed off the conversation.

"Zachary." Yvonne released a muffled groan. It seemed like he was acting even more impulsively now.

Zachary moved his lips slightly away after kissing her for a while. He whispered in her ear, "Yvonne."

"Mhm?" Yvonne nodded.

"Yvonne." His voice was hoarse, tangled, melancholy, and low. As if he was speaking with many emotions, yet he only called out her name.

His warm breath was so hot in her ear that Yvonne couldn't help but tuck her neck, and blushed a little.

"Hmm?" She was puzzled. "What are you trying to say?"

"Yvonne." He still called out her name. Her name had rolled at the tip of his tongue hundreds and thousands of times, but it rarely rolled out.

This time, he boldly called her name again. That was all he wanted to do.

It was so hot that her ears turned red because of the heat. Her whole face turned pink, which was very beautiful.

Zachary took a deep breath and opened his mouth again. "Yvonne."