Ideals from the novels

"What what?" Yvette was startled by his sudden change in voice. He sounded rather urgent and shocked than surprised.

"Where did this come from?" Irvyn asked again, his eyes glued towards her neck. Or more like, towards the shiny pearl necklace.

"From your drawers," Aunt Suzy responded to him. "Nothing gains you by keeping this locked up in there, young master."

"But it was…"

"I know, it was for Miss Chloe, but you never gave it to her, right? And doesn't look like you will either, if I am a bit bold here. And look how nice it fits Yve and looks beautiful with her outfit, right?"

Aunt Suzy's words raised a question in Yvette. Chloe? Who was that? Someone related to him? The way Aunt Suzy addressed her formally, maybe someone from his relatives? But Yvette didn't feel like asking about it. For some reason, she thought maybe it was for something later for her to know. What was necessary for her to realize was, this necklace she was wearing was meant for someone else. And it probably irked him to see that on her.

"It's okay. I'd rather take this off then. I don't even like to wear anything on my neck that much." Yvette proceeded to remove the hook at the back of her neck, to remove the necklace. But Irvyn's sudden voice once again halted her movements.

"Keep it. This was lying there anyway." Irvyn moved his eyes away from her, looking at his driver and signaling him to start.

"You better not be sulking later," Yvette mumbled to herself, while grazing her fingers over the necklace, which was beautifully hanging slightly lower from her neckline. It was perfect, she didn't like to wear those choker types, so it was comfortable. If he bought this to gift someone, why did he never do so? Who knows for how long he kept this locked up in the drawer, now she really feels weird about wearing this.

Within half an hour, the car pulled over in front of a big house right in the center of the city. The appearance of the house was totally different from the house she just came from, surrounded by tons of people, security guards, and workers. And amidst the hustle and bustle of the city, yet well protected from that. The house indeed gave the feeling of a place where people actually live, unlike the gloomy aura Irvyn's own house emits. Even mere looking at it gave that buzzing feeling to Yvette.

"You may get off now, ma'am." Yvette turned her attention back from the majestic house in front of her towards Samson. She noticed Irvyn was already shutting his laptop off by now. All this time while they were in the car, Irvyn had his eyes glued to the laptop, while tapping away the keyboard really fast. She remembers only to have this much speed in her hands when she has to finish an assignment. She wondered if this man has to do this all the time.

"Is something wrong?" Yvette snapped back from her daze, and then she realized she had been staring at him all this time.

"Ah, no no, nothing. I was just, thinking about something," Yvette lightly gave a pat to her cheeks, before getting out of the car.

Irvyn gave a small glance at her before getting off as well, and quickly went to her side. "Just so you know, they don't know about my marriage just yet."

"Huh?" Yvette was stunned by that declaration of his. "I thought they had totally known this by now."

"No, they don't until I tell them." Irvyn slid his hands inside his blazer pockets. "And now I am doing that."

"And how am I supposed to handle this now?" Yvette panicked a little, even though she made sure her voice didn't sound frantic. She could already feel the questioning gaze around her, and now all those gazes felt like she was some kind of thief. "As if being your wife overnight wasn't crazy enough, now I have to handle piercing gazes like this already?" Yvette's eyes moved over the attendees and guards working on the outer part of the house, and following her eyes, Irvyn also noticed how people were looking over here, specifically at Yvette.

"Sigh, I never knew even servants act the same way as the master here," Irvyn let out a sigh, before reaching his arm out at her. "Hold my arm then. Because by no means, I am letting anyone think of you as a thief or intruder."

Yvette gawked at the arm he reached out to her, waiting for hers to circle around it. She never thought he would do something like this. After all, that just wasn't what it was supposed to be. "Are you sure? Aren't you supposed to be, like, not caring about this at all, and walk up ahead, just letting me be?"

"Huh? What kind of norms is that?" Irvyn's eyebrows arched up, looking at her with confusion in his eyes.

"Yes! That's how it should be. I have read in those books, that the CEO's never care about their wives at all, no matter how much she is misjudged or mistreated. And if the wife was someone who wasn't his romantic interest, sheeesh, she is doomed." Yvette's eyes went bigger, as she kept dramatically describing those scenarios she is used to finding in her favorite novels.

"If you got time to read those disgusting baseless things, take those time out to get some practical knowledge in your brain, Miss Juan," Irvyn gave a wide grin at her, which might look like a polite smile at first glance, but only Yvette knows that up close, it looks like he was ridiculing her.

"Sure, anything girls like us love, would be rubbish to you anyway, you old man," Yvette scoffed at him, not caring even an inch to his ridicule. And while giving back an annoyed stare at him, she slipped her hand into his arms, holding it firmly yet not too closely. She could hear some gasps breaking out near them immediately, and taking a short glance at them, she could see how big their eyes went, changing their expressions into that of a shock from the previous judging ones.

"Hum, this really did work," Yvette felt somehow pleased to herself, while keeping her eyes straight ahead, and finally, going into the big house ahead of her.