Chapter 397
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Attempting to speak, Yvonne could only manage a strangled gasp. “Christina! You… Are you messing with me on purpose?”
A look of perfect innocence met her accusation. “I swear, I’m not trying to make you sick. My driving’s just not great. Try to hang on.”
Another retch interrupted Yvonne’s comeback, and she groaned in frustration. “Ugh…”
With a light shrug, Christina offered a way out. “If this is too much, I can just get out of the car. It’s not like this dinner is a must.”
Defeated, Yvonne pressed her lips together and said nothing, glaring with mounting frustration. She could tell Christina was being deliberate with every move, but no matter how much it grated on her, there was nothing she could do to stop it. They were almost at the Jones estate, and if Christina slipped away at this point, all the effort she had poured in would amount to nothing. Yvonne’s patience ran on fumes. She forced herself to be quiet, unwilling to give Christina the satisfaction of seeing her lose control.
Christina hid a satisfied grin, her eyes twinkling as she guided the car on the final stretch.
At last, the Jones family estate came into view, and the vehicle rolled to a stop. Already outside the estate, Mack and Liza hurried over, dressed to impress and smiling in anticipation.
Hardly had the car door opened before Yvonne leaned out, her self-control shattering. She emptied her stomach right there, and the mess splattered Mack and Liza, catching them completely off guard. Disgust overwhelmed them as they gagged, their special occasion outfits ruined in an instant.
Yvonne didn’t care about any of that. Lost in the throes of nausea, she cared only about catching her breath.
Finally, once her stomach settled, she managed to straighten up, her face pale and exhausted. Spinning around, she barely caught a glimpse of Christina and the car before nausea surged again, sending her into another round of dry heaves.
“Are we still having dinner?” Christina asked, lounging against the hood as if she hadn’t a care in the world.
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Dark looks clouded both Mack’s and Liza’s faces, and Yvonne was still pale and shaky, the ordeal far from forgotten.
“Absolutely! You’ve made the trip, so of course, we’ll go ahead,” Mack said, forcing a cheerful grin as he stepped forward, trying to salvage the mood.
With a quick wrinkle of her nose, Christina took a step back and lifted a hand to shield herself. “Honestly, you should probably get changed first.”
A flash of embarrassment froze Mack in place. His forced smile faltered before he nodded stiffly. “That’s a good idea. I’ll just go clean up.”
Turning away, Liza hurried off as well. “I’ll change too. You girls go on ahead to the dining room.”
A faint, knowing smile played at Christina’s lips as she met Yvonne’s sour glare, then she turned and strolled toward the house.
For a moment, Yvonne couldn’t move. Her fists curled at her sides as she shot daggers at Christina’s back, fury smoldering in her chest.
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