Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 549 Different Skin Color

Henry smiled in a low voice, "Sure." Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“Let's go then.” Yvonne took the initiative to take his arm.

Henry glanced at it and his heart skipped a beat.

He found that she was more enthusiastic toward him now.

She took the initiative to tap his shoulder, the initiative to tell the rest that they had a special relationship, and now she directly took his arm.

Did she have other purposes behind these easily-misunderstood actions, or did she really have those kinds of thoughts toward him?

Henry pursed his thin lips. He couldn't figure what this woman beside him was thinking and he didn’t know how to ask about it.

Logically speaking, he should avoid her intimacy with him or even stay away from her. After all, he was a married man.

Though he thought so and really wanted to do it, but then he realized that he couldn’t do so.

Because he had to admit that he liked her approach.

Realizing this, Henry slowed down.

When he was in the villa earlier, he suspected that he was too attached to Shannon because he had fallen in love with her.

But later, he suppressed this idea again, thinking that i t was impossible. How could he like someone in such a short time? Furthermore, she was a woman who looked like Yvonne.

With Shannon close to him now, he clearly felt his heart beating. The beating was cheerful, joyful, and relaxing.

What could it be if it wasn't love when his heart was beating at this frequency?

Yvonne saw the man beside him stop and his expression was so unpredictable. She couldn't help but wave her hand in front of him. "Henry, why are you in a daze?” 1

Henry returned to his senses and subconsciously stretched out his hand, grabbing her waving hand.

Her hand was grabbed painfully. Yvonne frowned and said, "Henry, what are you doing?"

Henry realized that his strength was too strong and quickly let go of her hand. "Sorry, did I hurt you?"

Yvonne pouted her lips and raised her hand to his eyes. "What do you think? It's swollen."

Henry looked down and saw that the back of her fair hand was really swollen and there were several fingerprints on it, showing how much strength he had just used.

"I'm sorry." Henry felt guilty.

He didn’t mean it, but just when his senses returned, h e felt something flashing in front of him and then he habitually grabbed it. He didn't expect that it was her hand.

Yvonne snorted in dissastifaction, "What's the use of apologizing? My hand is swollen because of you."

Henry looked at her and remained silent for two seconds before he asked, "Should I get you something as an apology gift?"

"Nope, you've already bought me a bag."

Henry asked again, "What do you want then?"

Yvonne looked at him with a smile. "It's very simple. Just blow on it for me."

Henry was stunned. "Blow on it?"

Yvonne nodded. "Yes, isn't that what everyone says? Blow at the area where you're injured and you'll be fine, so I want you to blow on it for me.”

Henry wrinkled his brows. "How?"

"It's very simple. Just blow a few breaths at the place where my hand is swollen." Yvonne moved the back o f her hand to his mouth.

Henry looked at the fingerprints on the back of her thin hand. After hesitating for a moment, he opened his thin lips and blew on her hand a few times.

"Is this alright?” he asked, a little queer.

He had never done anything like this to anyone.

But it was quite fresh.

Yvonne glanced at the back of her hand, smiled, and replied, "Kind of." Then, she was about to put her hand down.

But Henry suddenly grabbed her wrist.

This time, he was gentle and didn't use much strength.

"What's the matter?" Yvonne looked at Henry in confusion and didn't know why he was grabbing her wrist again.

Was he addicted?

Henry didn’t answer Yvonne's question. He only squinted his eyes and looked at her hand over and over again. After looking at it, he looked dignified.

Sure enough, he wasn't hallucinating, nor was it part o f the lighting problem from earlier.

The skin tone on her hands was indeed uneven.

Henry asked suddenly, "Is there something wrong with you?"

Yvonne raised her eyebrows. "What?"

Henry raised her wrist in front of her. "The skin on the back of your hand is darker than the skin on your wrist. I wouldn't be able to tell without a closer look, but I see it now. So I'm asking you, do you have some

kind of sickness?"

When Yvonne heard these words, her pupils shrank as if she was frightened. She forcefully pulled her wrist from his hand. Then, she quickly hid her hand behind her back, stepped back, and pulled away from him. She slightly lowered her neck so that he wouldn't see the color difference on her face or neck.

Yvonne's heart was beating like a drum, annoyed.

She was annoyed at how she dangled her hand in front of him, or else he wouldn't be able to see the color difference in her hands.

Yes, Henry was right. The skin color on the back of her hands was indeed darker than her wrists. Not only that, but her neck and face too. It couldn't be seen because she covered those areas with her foundation.

Although Dr. Peter's research on human artificial skin was successful, everyone's skin color was different and the simulated skin couldn't be exactly the same a s the patient’s skin. At most, it was infinitely close. After the human cells slowly accepted the simulated skin, the complexion would become the same as the original skin.

But this process required a long period of time, usually two to three years.

She transplanted the artificial skin to her hands the year before, so her cells hadn't accepted the artificial skin so quickly. Hence, the skin color difference, and Henry had unexpectedly noticed that.

She was careless.

"What’s the matter with you? Are you alright?" Yvonne looked like a frightened deer, avoiding him from a distance. He was flustered.

He realized that she became like this when he said that the skin color on the back of her hand was different.

Did he say something wrong and shouldn't have asked this question?

Thinking of this, Henry's thin lips moved and he apologized.

Yvonne suddenly raised her head and reluctantly waved her hand with a smile, "It's okay, you didn't mean it. I recalled some bad memories, that’s why.”

"Bad memories?" Henry’s eyes fell on the back of her hand. "Does it have something to do with the skin color on the back of your hand?”

Yvonne lowered her eyelids, covered the coldness and hatred in her eyes, and gently nodded her head. "Yeah, you asked me if I have any diseases because the skin color on the back of my hand is different. I'll answer you now. I'm not sick, but someone did injure me, which led to the loss of the original skin on the back o f my hand and the new skin replantation.”

Henry's heart trembled.

So this was it!

She wasn’t sick - it was skin grafting!

"Someone injured you?" Henry whispered these words, then suddenly thought of something, his expression solemn. "Did the enemy that you mentioned before do this to you?"

Yvonne hummed and said, "Yes, that’s the enemy I mentioned.”

Henry slowly clasped his hands and a wave of great anger surged in his heart at her enemy.

He didn’t understand what kind of enemy would do such a crazy thing to her!

Henry asked softly, "Are there any other injuries besides the hands?”