The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife

Chapter 181 Wait Patiently

Mr. Shelby appeared to be rather terrifying.

Yvonne Shelby was startled, then she said in a sharp tone, "It's just pretending to be someone else. Who gives Isabelle the right to pretend to be the little girl but it can't be me? I don’t care. I don't want to be married worse to a man worse than Isa. I want to be married to Julian.”

A look of mockery flashed past Isabelle Shelby's eyes and yet she spoke softly, "Yvonne, it’s not that I'm unwilling to yield to you. However, Julian is thoroughly convinced of my identity now. If you were t o step forward suddenly and say that you’re the little girl, you’ll certainly draw in his suspicion. By then, none of us will benefit from this situation.”

Mr. Shelby had also nodded sternly. "That's right, Yvonne. This matter will implicate the future of our Shelby family. Don't do anything reckless. You are not allowed to expose your younger sister but you must do your best to help her make the lie convincing! This way, our Shelby family will be fully involved with Lanyard Construction when your younger sister marries Julian.”

Mr. Shelby refused to speak for her so Yvonne looked toward Mrs. Shelby. "Mother..." "Your father is right. You can’t be stubborn anymore this time." Mrs. Shelby looked at her with a warning glance.

"All of you..." Yvonne was well aware that she would not receive their support anymore so she went back to her room furiously and slammed the door behind her i n rage.

Mr. Shelby took a glance but he did not pay much attention to that either.

Yvonne would come around sooner or later because this matter was related to the future of the Shelby family.

He looked at Isabelle with content in his gaze. He could not help patting Isabelle's shoulder. "Isa, continue to put in more effort and strive to marry Julian as soon as possible."

"Hmm." Isabelle nodded with a smile.

She could not help feeling relieved in her heart.

With her parents' help, it should be fine for the issue with Yvonne for the time being.

In the office, Julian Shaw's personal assistant knocked on the door and walked into the room.

"Mr. Shaw, the item has already been delivered."

Julian raised his head with his eyes glowing a deep glint. "Oh? What was the situation in the house when you entered it?"

The personal assistant pondered for a moment before he said, "The siblings seemed to be quarrelling and both their countenances did not look good. When I was about to leave, Yvonne asked me to pass a message to Mr. Shaw but she did not manage to finish the sentence before Isabelle stopped her."

"Really?" An interested glint flashed past Julian's gaze. He could feel that he was getting closer and closer to the truth.

After he instructed the personal assistant to leave, Julian narrowed his eyes ever so slightly.

He remembered his impression of Yvonne.

She was a dumb woman who was selfish, stubborn, and foolish.

Compared to Isabelle’s tight lid, it was apparent that it would be easier to deal with her.

He sent Isabelle home personally today, then he delivered so many precious gifts to her. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Yvonne would certainly feel recalcitrant for this matter due to her temperament.

As long as her recalcitrance was there, Yvonne would become the biggest flaw.

On the other hand, those gifts would trick Isabelle to let down her guard and feel that he had complete trust in her.

This way, it would be much more convenient for him t o carry out some plans.

If Isabelle was not Little Flower just as he had expected, it would be great.

If she was...

Then he would regard his childhood as wasted.

When the truth was out, Isabelle would certainly need t o pay the price of her behavior regardless.

Today was the first day.

He had six more days until the time limit of one week.

He still had time to wait patiently.

An icy cold glint flashed past Julian's gaze. He looked just like the most patient hunter. 2

Julian sent gifts to Isabelle continuously for the rest of the day. Every single time the person sent over the gift, he would emphasize that Julian sent these gifts for the sake of his childhood friendship with Isabelle.

According to his assistant's feedback, Yvonne's expression was extremely unpleasant every time he said so. On the other hand, her relationship with Isabelle was getting tenser by the minute.

Julian tapped on the surface of the table with his finger softly.

He speculated that Yvonne should not be able to endure it for too long due to her temperament.

He wanted to see if Yvonne would give him a surprise first. If not, he would figure out another way.

It was true that Yvonne was almost burned to ashes b y the flames of jealousy for the past few days.

She watched as all sorts of expensive gifts were sent t o the house every day. At last, all the gifts belonged to Isabelle.

Over the years, she was proud to say that she had suppressed Isabelle fully.

Her younger sister was a crybaby with a soft temper. Isabelle was utterly no match for herself.

Yet, Isabelle’s status in the family had already suppressed hers fully due to Julian's vague favoritism of her now.

Her parents would always help her when she encountered any difficulty in the past, yet they were only helping Isabelle now.

Due to such an immense drop, Yvonne felt like she was about to go crazy soon.

In fact, she even felt that she would rather have Susan Shelby instead of Isabelle!

At the very least, Susan would not be chattering away i n front of her every day.

"Isa, Young Master Shaw sent over quite a number of gifts again today. It seems that he does really care about you,” said Mrs. Shelby while chuckling.

Isabelle smiled. "Maybe."

There was an irreconcilable pride in her eyes.

Yvonne could not help scoffing coldly as she watched

them. "What’s there to be proud of a stolen identity."

"Yvonne, shut up!" Mr. Shelby could not help glaring at her. "You're not allowed to bring this up from now on. Remember this, Isabelle was the little girl. If you muster the courage to spill the beans, I’ll break your legs."

"Father... you..." said Yvonne reluctantly.

"Can you remember that now?" Mr. Shelby raised his voice.

Yvonne bit her lower lip and refused to speak anymore.

Isabelle took a glance at Yvonne and smiled.

She was well aware that Yvonne was recalcitrant.

Yet, what use could it be to be recalcitrant?

Even though they were siblings, Yvonne was destined to look up to her from now on.

Isabelle stood up. "Father, Mother, I shall return to my room first."

"Alright, alright. Go and have a rest," said Mr. and Mrs. Shelby hastily.

Isabelle entered the room as they watched her with a caring gaze.

Yvonne could not help being infuriated as she watched Isabelle's tightly shut door.

Isabelle was no one but her follower in the past and yet she had actually stepped over her head now.

Yvonne was unsatisfied, yet there was nothing else she could do for the time being.

"Yvie, send this plate of fruits to your sister's room." After a while, Mrs. Shelby prepared a plate of cut fruits and handed it to Yvonne.

"Why should I do it?" said Yvonne furiously.

"Why, does it bother you to send something to your sister?" Mr. Shelby glared at her.

Yvonne bit her lower lip and received the fruit plate unwillingly.

She walked to the front of Isabelle's room and she was about to open the door.

Yet, she turned the doorknob only to discover that Isabelle's door was actually tightly shut.

Why did Isabelle lock her door in a house full of her family members?

Yvonne shouted impatiently, "Isabelle Shelby, open the door."

Isabelle did not respond so she called out over and over again.

After a while, Isabelle opened the door.

"What are you doing? You're locking the door in your own home," said Yvonne impatiently.