Nervousness and uneasy feelings

Irvyn had the impression of a slight tremble in his hands, but quickly realized that it was actually hers that was quivering. When he looked to the side of him, he saw her looking at the tips of her toes.

"Is she nervous?" He was thinking to himself as he kept his gaze fixed on her.

When he turned his attention back to the crowd in front of him, the expression on his face was noticeably grimmer than it had been before.

"I suppose I have never given anyone the permission to begin hush-hush conversations or spreading rumors while I am still present here." Everyone in the room was rendered speechless by his thunderous voice. After that, he left the office room without making any further comment or announcement. Yvette was taken aback by his abrupt action, but she continued to trail behind him after giving a brief bow of acknowledgment to the crowd.

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"And you!" The words he said caused Yvette to stop in her tracks despite her haste. "Would it hurt to make an effort to behave appropriately? What exactly happened there just now? You, not they, are in charge of things here. Then why were you standing with your head bowed?" Irvyn yelled at her at a volume that was loud enough to cause her to shake slightly. He observed how her expression changed to one of fear as soon as he began to criticize her.

"I- I was…" Yvette made an attempt to advocate for herself. She made an effort to explain to him exactly why she felt uncomfortable in that situation. But before his stern voice of correction, it seemed as though nothing was coming out. She had no idea how much of a difference 8 years could make, but she suddenly became acutely aware of it. Because it was so overwhelming, she was unable to raise her head or even her voice as she normally would have done before.

"Pathetic," Irvyn felt irritated, just by her response. Why does she have to shake this much in front of him as well? If she continued to talk, he wouldn't kill her, would he? And who else has the audacity to speak their mind to the woman who is the wife of the head of the company himself? He eventually walked away from the place, abandoning Yvette there in his disappointment.

"I was nervous. I got scared. I have never been in front of this many people, being the center of attraction. You can't expect me to be the wife of 'The Irvyn Collins' within a day, that just not happens quickly," she mumbled something to herself as she stood there all by herself. Since Irvyn was no longer there to hear what she had to say, she was able to speak her mind without being inhibited by fear and without constantly being subjected to the watchful, menacing gaze of him.

Why is he so inconsiderate? She felt annoyed the second her nervousness came out with her words. She wanted to say those to him, but couldn't. It was possible for him to wait for her and listen, right? "If not, then what makes him different from these people?"

After venting her frustrations to herself for a while, she eventually made the decision to return to the office room of his that she had been in earlier. If it had been possible for her to do so, she would have left the entire office and would not have set foot in this location again.

Where exactly would she have gone, though? She had no other option but to go wherever he takes her in this world; she had nowhere else to go. As soon as she had that insight, her normally bright face turned dark with disappointment, and she began to experience numbness in her legs. As there was no other option available to her, she grudgingly made her way to the elevator, pressed the button corresponding to the top floor, and then allowed the private elevator to take her to his office cabin.

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Yvette had to wait for a while longer than necessary in the cabin before she was permitted to depart from there.

"Let's go." He didn't say a word to her the entire time she was sitting inside, but he is speaking to her right now for the first time. Yvette didn't waste any time in getting up, picking up the handbag she had brought along with her, and following behind.

And before long, she discovered that she was sitting next to the vehicle's owner in a black Maybeth car.

"Where are we going?" Yvette asked him.

"Home." His response was, as is typical of him, brief but to the point.

"Oh," Yvette said as she turned her head back towards the window and looked at the lights of the city as they moved quickly past her. She could see a small reflection of him in the window, and she noticed that he was still working on his laptop. She was amazed at how quickly he was tapping away on the keyboard, and she couldn't believe that a person could be this fast.

*sneeze* *sneeze* *cough*

The sound of her coughing caused Irvyn's fingers to become frozen in place on the keyboard. He turned his head to the left and saw her with her palm pressed against the bridge of her nose.

He inquired, sounding a little concerned, "Is there something wrong?"

She was caught off guard when he asked her a question and responded with "Oh, no, it's just..." She secretly has had the hope that he didn't. Considering everything, the last thing she would want to do is cause him any inconvenience.

But if she remained silent at this time, he might become even more annoyed as he reflected on how he behaved earlier in the day.

"It's just... It's possible that I have an allergic reaction to the smell of fresh leather "She retorted while turning a bright shade of red from the embarrassment caused by her own words.

"What?" Irvyn found herself somewhat at a loss for words after hearing her response. Fresh leather? In what way does that constitute an allergic reaction? And how could she even be... right at that moment, it dawned on him. His car. It had only been acquired two days before, making it relatively fresh. But he was under the impression that nothing of the sort could be detected to the point where it would make another person feel uneasy.